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LARGEST WEEKLY CIRCULATION IN AMERICA Jssued Weekly. lly Subscription $2.;o per year. Entered as Second Class at New York Post Office by STREET & SMITH, zyli i'V'unum .:.1., N. r. No.360. Price, Fi v e Cents. AJISOLUTBLY WITHOUT WARNING THE ONE-AIUUJD KAN LJCAPED OUT ANll AlMil:D A BLOW AT DICK' S READ WITH A HEAVY OLUB.


f : . (LARGE SIZE.) ! . * : If'you have not read them, look over this catalogue and you will read a list of stories unexceiied in any part of this world to-day. Don't fail to read these stories if you have not already. 328-Frank Merriwell ' s Hono r ; o r , Defying the Bos s of the League. 329-Dick Merriwell ' s Danger; or, The Secret Order of the League . . 330-Frank Merriwell's yracas; or, Hot Times in Mad River League. 331-Dick Merriwell ' s Diamond; o r , Fighting for the Lead in the League. 332-Frank Merriwell ' s Turn; or, The Greatest Gam e o f the Season. J3J-Dick . Merriw ell's New Ball; or , The Bo y Wonder at His Best . 334-Frank Merriwell ' s "Ginger ; " Winning an Uphill Game. 335-l)ick Merriwell's Stroke ; or , Unmas king the Man of Mystery . , 336--;-Fra.nk . W i nners ; Landing on T o p in Mad River League. 337-bick Merriwell 's Return ; o r, Back A g ai n t o the Old ' School. 338-Dick Merriv,rell's Difficnlties; o r , Making Up the Ele v en . 339-Dick M erriwell 's M e rc y ; or, The Firs t Ga.me -.on Gridiron . Merriwell' s Dash; or, Play ing Fast a nd . F a ir. 341-Dick Merriwell ' s Set ; or, Friends and F o es at Fard ale. 342-Dick Merriwell ' s A bility ; or , The Y oung at o r s o f the Gridiron. 343-Dick Merriwell's M as c ot; By Luck or Pluck. " 344-Dick Merriwell's . Trust; or, Friendship True and Tried. 345-Dick Metri w ell's Suc c e ss; o r , Bound t o b e a \i\Tinner. 346--Dick Determinati on; or , The C oura ge th a t Co nquer s . j47-Dick Merriwell's Re a diness; Who Stole the Papers? 348--Di ck Merriwell 's Tra p ; o r . Sn aring . a Spook. 349-Dick Merriwell ' s Vim; o r , The Greate s t Ga.me o f All. 350-Dick Merriwell ' s Lark; or , Beaten a t . Every Turn. 351-Dick Merriw _ ell's Defen s e ; or , Up Against the Great E a ton Five. 352--:'Dick De x terity; or , H o t Work t o the Finish . 353-Dick 1{erriwell Puzzled; or, The Mystery of Flint. . 354:--Dick Merriwell ' s Help; or, Flint's Struggle with Himself. 355-Dick Merriwell ' s M o del; Frank Merriwell's .Fight F o rtune. 356-Dick Merriwelf as Detect i ve; or, F o r the Honor " Friend. Merriwell ' s Dirk;, o r , Beset by Hidden Perii. 358-Dick Merriwell ' s Vict ory; or , H o icling the Enemy in Check. 359--:-Dick Merriwell's or, The Spook of the Sch ool. 360-Dick Merriwell's Registered Package; or, Frank Merriwell' s Desperate Struggle. 361-Dick Merriwell's or, Settling the Sc o re with Eaton. • With _ TIP ToP No. 28, 5 begins the famous Fardale Series, in which Dick Merriw . ell has the good . old school at , ; vhich the career of Frank Merriwell also began some years ago. Thousands of young Americans will want to read of the fine things that Dick Merriwell has done, is doing and will in the future do.


' Issued Weekly . B v S u b scription $,.5 0 per year. Entered as S econd Cl a ss Matter a t tile N . Y . Post Office, /)y STREET & SMITH, 239 William St., N. Y, Entered a c c ordi ng-t o Act o f Congress in tlll! y ea r 1qo3 , in til e Offi c e of tl1e Librarian of Congress, Was/Jing-ton, D, C. No. 360. NEW YORK. March 7, 1903. Price Five Cents. Dick Merriwell's Registered Package; OR, Frank Merriwell's Desperate Struggle. By BURT L. STANDISH. CHAPTER I. DEEP IN THE FOOT HILLS. A dusty , weary youth, mounted on a hardy horse, was riding through some very bare and scantily wooded hills in the heart of Arizona. The hot after noon sun poure d down on horse and human from the clear , unclouded sky. The rider was fully armed and in rongh-and-ready style from the wide. brimmed hat on his head to the leather "chaps" on his legs, the form&shading his face from the scorching sun, while the latter protected his legs and ankles from the thorny cacti. Despite the fact that this youth was unshaven for at least three days and had for a far longer time given little thought or attention to his person 1 appearance, he was handsome, graceful and attractive in every look and movement. Beneath his leg hung his Winchester , and in the holster of his cartridge belt that dangled loosely at his hip was a loaded revolver. Behind him on horse was a compact pack. , This rough-and-ready-looking young man was Frank Merriwell. "Well, Buster, old horse," said Merry, leaning for ward to pat the dusty neck of his beast, "I think we'd both welcome a little fresh water. My canteen is empty, and I know you're dry as a member of the Ancient and Honorable Artillery of Boston. We've g o t to find something drinkable before we camp for to-night." The ears of the horse were canted backward, as if listening . A man alone with no human companions near ever finds satisfaction in talking to a horse or any dumb domestic animal that is at hand to listen. Since morning man and horse had journeyed to g . ether across the Arizona waste. Occasionally a red lizard had flashed from sight before the hoo.fs of the horse. Once Frank had paused to shoot off the head of a rattlesnake with his revolver. He did it lessly and with perfect accuracy. Behind them lay the alkali plane; ahead of them " /


2 TIP TOP WEEKLY. were the bare p ea k s o f th e Mo g ollons; the y w ere i n t h e any place in whi c h to camp , for there is wood and foo thill s . water and feed fo r Buster." Ri d ing out o f Sno w Fl a ke in the pale light o f dawn , He retreated a litt l e and dis mounted, unsaddling , Merry had m ov ed with a s much s ilence a nd cau tio n as r em ov ing the pack and preparing to stop there , fifst poss ible. Often as the forenoon advanced he had having sati sfied his own thirst and given: the horse paused and stared backward across the plain. O nce plent y to drink. he had fancied he saw m oving s pecks low d o wn on the Frank whistled cheerfully , the ravine filling the eastern h o rizon. Now , in the later aftern oo n, for a Jndicate proposed -The y turped into a narrow valle y that s o on to fig ht the matter out in the a nd i n traded to a gorge as the y proceeded; but, with in. the Mexican h a lls of justice, for the Queen Mystery • .. :reasing satisfaction , the y n o ted th a t the strea111 seemed was l o cated in Ariz o na, while the San Paolo was over to sweil a little in vo l ume . the line in Old. Mexico. But the tr• s t had investi-"We'll find pl e nty t o drink s omewhere ahead , horse," gate d and found that Merriwell was fortified with old sa id Merry, cheer.full y , "and when w e do, we'll just Spani s h cla im s and deeds, as well as o ther paper s th a t c am p d o wn for the night." seemed to assure him a victory . It made no difference A lon g the s tre an1 there was now sho r t grass and . a that the trust had already invested money heavily t o lit tle timb e r . But th e gorge grew narrower and na r secure what would seem to give them legal rights; they r o wer until a t las t the wall s shut together until they beh e ld the shadow o f possible d e feat unless they re\Yc re less tha n t w o fee t apart, and there was no poss i sorted to desp e rate meth o ds. hility of g o ing o n . A rli n gton was said to be the controlling power, but " Thi s i s a blind ravine, " mutt ered Merry. "I'll tlie men behin d h im, the di r ectors, gave orde r s . ha\1e to turn back t o g e t out o f it But it is as good as v V h e n the task becam e too un pleasant for the g rea t


TIP TOP WEEKLY. 3 man, he stepped back, and . the matter was turned over to lieutenants who were known to be unhesitating in their methods. These lieutenants called on certain "bad men" of that wild land and gave those men instruc tions. Thus it happened that Frank Merriwell found himself shadowed and hunted. Frank knew the one great object of the Syndicate was to get hold of th o se precious papers in that oilskin packet. Once . those papers had reached the hands of D . Roscoe Arlington, but they had been restored by June Arlington, the president's daughter. Merriwell was willing to bring the matter imme diately to trial and fight it out. in the courts; but the Syndicate grew wary and held off, fearing defeat. They still carried an air of perfect assurance of the outcome; they regarded Frank as a claim jumper is regarded. Frank knew where his strength and his weakness lay. He knew the Syndic a te would not hesitate to try to corrupt the courts . In fact , he knew it would not pause at anything. But still, while those papers were where he could prO{luce them at the proper mop.1ent, he was not afraid of the outcome. He had brought the papers West with him, believ ing the trust would seek to push m a tters legally. Now he knew they were in no great haste to do so, and the time when the papers would come into play was ot at hand. Having looked the oilskin packet over with some s a tisfaction, Merry returned . it to his pocket and started to prepare some supper from the canned stuff in his little pack. Suddenly he stopped, as if struck by a thought. He stood ther e , meditating. Then he t o ok a case contain ing some powerful field glasses and swung it by a . strap that passed over his shoulder. This done, he retraced his steps s o me distance along the ravine, finally reach ing a spot where he had noted on passing that a man on foot might scale the western wall. There he began the ascent. It took him fully thirty minutes to scale the rocks until he had reached a spot from which he fancied he could obtain the view he wi' shed. There sat him d o wn on a bowl der and brought forth the field glasses, which he lev eled and adjus ted to his eyes. Sl o wly and carefully he traced the course-as near as possible--0ver which he had come, following it backward tow?-rd the open desert. He could look into valleys and ravines. All the sun-blistered wilderness lay before him. Within two minutes after seating l)imself on that bowlder and beginning the survey, Frank uttered an exclamation. He had discovered men and horses. CHAPTER II. HUMAN BLOODH0UNDS. There were four men and five horses. One seemed to be a pack-animal. They were not such a long dis tance away, and they were coming on th.rough a gorge down which Merriwell could look and see them plainly. Frank had traveled that same gorge but a short time before . . He was astonished at the nearness of these men. But thing seemed to account for it. If they were trailing him, they had taken a chance of cutting him off by making some short trip to the beginning of the foothills. Once he was in the hills, he had not been able to look back and see them coming, and they had gained on him rapidly . At first glance he was not certain they were trailing him, but it did not take him long to satisfy himself on that point. They were like so many bloodhounds on the scent. The man in the lead was a Mexican, one of the trackers in all the Southwest, known as Pinto Pede. Frank believed . he recognized this man beyond a doubt, for all of the distance. Behind him rode a giant desperado known as Big Monte, who was foJ:.. lowed by a little round-shouldered wretch by the name of Sid Colvin. The fourth man had lost liis right arm. He was a great gun fighter, and his arm had, been shot up in a sa l oon brawl, so that amputation was neces sary. He was called One Hand Hank. "The Syndicate • has picked its men well!" muttered Merry, bitterly, a grim smile curling his lips . . He knew them all, for his life in the West had led him to acquire much knowledge concerni1;g the bad men of the frontier. "Fit subjects for Judge Ly11ch !" said Frank. "They'll all die with ,their boots on." He now slipped down from the place of prominence on the rock , taking up a position where he would not be easily seen, yet where he could continue to watch the approaching desperadoes.


( 4 TIP TOP WEEKLY. "Best to make certain they are following me," he . He saw the Mexican tum in the sadclle 'to say some thing to his companions. Then all halted and looked away t o ward the locality where the young mine owner was crouching. "Wo nder if -1ey ha v e seen me?" speculated Frank. "I don't believe they h ave, and yet--" He s oo n clecided th a t the y had somethin g, for they were gathered in a bunch , h o lding a convers a t i o n . One or two lifted their arm s and pointed. Then Merry knew that they had disco v ered him. The smoke of hi s c a mp-fire wa s ri s ing in the-air, and it was this they had seen. "VI oncle r if I'd have time to get out of the blind ravine?" he . muttered. "If not,, they hav e me in a trap. " But the party hurried on once more , and he quickly decided t hat there was n o t time sufficient for his pur pose. A grim, hard look came to the of the youth on the watch. "It's fight!" he said. " One against four. They'll try to take me by surpri s e and give me no sh ow, but . I am warned, and they ' re likely to be the o nes sur prised." . He did not . hasten back to horse and his fire, but continuecl t o watch y e t a little, s e e ing the ruffians c o me soon t o the m outh o f the rav ine, where they m a de another halt.' The n they bunched up a gain , and ) even at that clis tance, he c o uld see that they were h o lcling an excited . .. The M exican s eemed t o be telling them something. After a time, they all dismounted and preparecl " to mqke . themselves at ease. "\\Tell,' ! said Merry , "Pinto Pede knows the ravine is n o thoroughfare, and_ !1e reckons that they , have me nicely. trapped. My fire seems to i9dicate that I have down for the night. They are to guard the 0!1ly exit from the ravine, while they wait for In the night they mean to attend t o their work and earn the bJo'od. rpopey." it quite e v ident that. he right. The sun was . declining. Sooq night wold c9111e do\ v n over those wild mountains, and then t he bloodhounds would close in on their prey. , Frank meditated a little. He c o uld e s cape from the blind ravine b y deserting his hor se, but he had no fancy for d o ing that. . For the present it was plain that the fire assured the ruffians that their game was near , and there was no danger of a mischance on their part . They did not know they _!-uid been discovered and . were watched at that very moment. They removed the pack from the led horse and opened it. They ate and drank. Merry could see them passing a bottle. They \ V ere preparing themselves with vile liquor for the dastardly w o rk t he y meant to perform . "\iVell," s aid Frank, " they may meet with a warm surpri se. I am armed, and it is possible I'll be forced to save the hangman a job on two or three of the gang. " He w a s not badly frightened, althougl1 he knew well en o ugh the desperate character of the men. He knew, too , that they c o uld sho o t w ith deadly accuracy. Un les s he t o ok them greatly by surprise the odds against him w o uld be heavy in . an encounter. But this nervy youth had f;:iced danger of a deadly sort before, and he was alive and in the best of health. A fter a time he began the d escent to the spot where t he sm o ke o f his fire was ow dwindling Be wa s s ttre of hand and foot, and he swung down easily . His hor s e was still grazing peacefully beside the tiny stre am. B ut as he came in sight of the fire he sto pped short, astounped to find ;i human being sitting near it. This p e r so n wrapped in a dirty ' red blanket, and Ftank sa w at once th a t he was calmJ.y sm o king. On the ground beside him lay a rifle. ' While Merry was absent thi s stranger had someJ10w ap p eared at the camp and calmly proceeded to make . himself quite at h ome. V\T as he o n e of the bloo dhound s ? saw at a gl a11ce that it was not one of the f0tir he ' had lately been watching . But there might b e ano the r . In all , p o ssibly there w ere five, o r e v en more . Perchance this one had trailed him clo s er than the o thers and left behind s igns to guide the rest of t he p a ck. But Merry kne.w that , if reputation sp6ke true, Pinto Pede needed ' no aid in following a trail The Me x ican . w as s aid t o be a wizard at tracking. -Stili Merry feit that he had no friends in this desert, a nd the man by the fire prove most unwelcome. Fraril/s hand had found a revolver instantly on dis c ov ering the silfot figure. The weapon was out and ready for use .


TIP TOP WEEKLY. s The stranger,. rounded over, his blanket pulled high over his shoulders, for all . that the heat of the sun was yet disagreeable, continued to smoke without stir ring. Merry could have shot him where he sat; but he had no thought of doing such a thing. "If he had wished," meditated the youth, "he might I have . escaped with my horse and accoutrements. He came and found me ' gone, whereupon he sat d own an d awaited my return. I wonder what he means . ?" S o mehow there seeme

6 TIP TOP WEEKLY. "Well, for that I am much obliged; but I have seen them, and I . know the full extent of my danger." "'Greaser man him . foller track." "Yes." "One-hand man him fighter-kill many." "That's right." "Man with crooked ey,e him strike with knife." "That's Colvin. I've heard that he was handy with his toad-sticker." "Big man strong as grizzly bear." "I believe Big Monte has a reputation for immense strength." "Four bad men make hard crowd to buck." "Just so," admitted Merry. think they have Strong Heart heap trapped." "Without a doubt." "Joe him come to tell Strong Heart how to fool um heap." "I shall be much obliged for the assistance:" The Indian smoked a few moments, finally observing: "Strong Heart him better trust Joe a lot. Joe make it all right." Frank knew the . craft and lore of this old fellow, atid he realized instantly that his best course was to leave everything in Crowfoot's hands. "All right," he smiled. "What you say goes, Joe." "Then we make sup' here. Keep fire go, smoke rise up. They see smoke, stay there. They wait for night. We wait for too. When dark they no can see us move. They come in for you. Much big mad. No find you. Fire burn down, Heart gone." Frank did 11nderstand just how this was be accomplished, he had faith that Old Joe would find a method, and so he rriade himself at ease. Coffee was cooked over the replenished fire, and they made a com fortable meal in the gathering coolness of the ravine. Old Joe was curious about Dick and kept Frank answering questions. Merry told all about the life of the boy at school, explaining how he had become a leader in athletic sports of all kinds. This led the . old redskin to grunt in a satisfied manner, with a glitter in his black eyes. "Him great stuff!" observed Joe, approvingly. "The East proved too much for you, didn't it? : ' said Merry, as he stretched himself on the . ground while the shadows gathered slowly in the ravine. "You couldn't stand it, could you, Joe?" ,,-The redskin shook his head, having relighted his ptpe. "Make Old Joe heap sick," he said. "When ketch bad men who steal girl, no shoot um, no scalp um, no hurt um any, put um in big stone house, feed um well. Ugh!" That final grunt was expressive of the utmost dis ' gust at the treatment accorded the, kidnapers of girls. The old fellow had never forgotten that, and it had made his contempt for the East and Eastern ways so intense that nothing could alter it. Frank laughed lightly, but the face of the Indian as grave as stone. "Perhaps it would , have been better had those men been turned over to you, Joe," he said. The black eyes of the old savage regarded him keenly. "Joe him fix um!" be declar'ed . "Burn um some, shoot um some, scalp um a whole lot. No give um good home, feed um fat, an' let um go." "Perhaps y'ou will want to go East with me when I return, so that you can make Dick a visit?" suggested Merry. The redskin shook his head. "No do so sorp.e more," he declared. "Kill Old Joe heap soon. Strong Heart him right good to Joe. Joe not forget. One time Joe him hate Strong Heart; now he know heap better. He no forget. . Mebbe some time him show how much him care for the brother of Injun Heart. Joe a heap old. Him die prit' soon any how . . no great dif' how him go now." "Come, come!" exdaimed Merry, lightly; . "that kind of talk wil.1 never do. -When a rrian talks 1ike that he is pretty near the end of his trail. Forget it. You ' re tough as iron, and you 'll live through a great ' . ' ,, mariy wmters yet. "Mebbe so, mebbe not so. No care. Time come for Joe to go , he go quick : " The sun was behind the western peaks. The sky was golden , and darkness was being born in the deeper gttlches of the mountains . Frank. trusted everything to Joe , although he felt , an impatience to be moving. The old Indian continued to pull at the while the shadows thickened and spread. The horse had been watered and was feeding on the short grass. Silence fell upon the strange companions in ravine. Each seemed busy with his thoughts.


TIP TOP vVEEKLY. 7 Frank was thinking of the great Mining Syndicate and the desperate st ruggle he was making against the octopus th at had thus far tried in vain to entangle and swall6w him. Old Joe was thinking of his warrior days, when, strong and young and dashing, he had been a great leader in h is now scattered tribe. Those days were forever gone. The white man held tlie land , and the Indian was disappearing, even as the buffalo had van is hed from the face of the mighty prairies. sadness lay d e ep in the black eyes of the redskin, on which the dying fire glinted. At last, he removed his pipe, knocked the ashes from it, and slowly rose, saymg: "Jv!ake ready, Stron ' g Heart. The hour to move has c ome . Vl/e git out some soon." CHAPTER IV. and ala . rm them . Still the men were a long distance away. S

8 TIP TOP. WEEKLY. out a hand to touch the Indian a terrible thing hap pened. Locked in each other's arms, the fighting men reeled on the verge of the cliff. Frank clutched at them, but he was too late. From the lips of Crowfoot's antag onist came a cry of despair, and then they went whirling downward. No sound escaped the lips of th.e Indian. Horrified, filled with inexp_ressible dismay and re gret, Merriwell knelt on the edge of .the and peered downward into the darkne _ ss which his eyes could not pierce. Down: there lay an awful black11ess and silence. . For several minutes Merry remained thus, peering and listening. No sound rose from the depths. "That was the end of them both!" he groaned. T)len he thought of Crowfoot's words about death a short time before. The aged Indian had seemed to feel a premonition of impending doom, and he had ex pressed a willingness to meet it. He had gone to his death like the brave old wretch that he was, without a cr\)' of fear, without a murmur or a gasp. Frank's heart was torn with poignant regret. More than once Old Joe had lifted his hand to slay Dick's brother, but this was long ago in the days when Crow foot had felt that Frank was working the ruin of Dick. But now the old redskin had atoned / or everything by giving up his life for Merriwell. Who was the man he had encountered on the ledge? Frank believed it must have been one of the human bloodhounds. In that case, the ruffians had known of the ledge and sent at least one of their number to pre vent Merry . from escaping that way. Possibly anoth _er of the desperadoes was lurking on the ledge. Gathering up the picket rope of his horse, which he had dropped, Merry again proceeded, leading the ani mal with one hand and holding his revolver ready in the other. He moved with slowness and caution, his heart op pressed with a great loneliness. Nothing blocked his way. He went onward until at last the ledge broadened and brought him forth from the trap. But batk there in the darkness at the foot of the precipice lay the mutilated bodies of Old Joe Crow foot and the unknown. Merry considered what course he had better pursue. He was confident his redskin friend was dead. Had there been the least doubt in his mind on that point he would have found a way to investigate. But his enemies, reduced it seemed by one, were not far away, and good judgment told him the right thing was to waste no time in making good his escape. So when he had descended into another valley, he mounted Buster and rode away into the night. Morning found Frank many miles from the locality of his unpleasant night adventure. All around him were the wild mountains. He knew that all of Pinto Pede's skill would be insufficient to follow him through the night, and so he longer fea1: ed. He let Buste; graze, while again he built a fire and made ready for breakfast. "To-night," he said, "I will be at the mine." His horse had fallen lame in the night, but he be lieved that a rest would restore him suffi<;:iently for tl1e day's journey. Breakfast he enjoyed as well as possible under the circumstances. And then, being weary, he kicked out . his fire that the smoke should not be seen by unwel come eyes, and stretched himself upon his blanket for a nap. His rifle lay within reach of his hand. "An hour of sleep will do me," he said. "I'll take an hour and be satisfied with that." Usually he was one who could bring sleep at his but now, much to his / displeasure, it did not come quickly. There was a tumult of thought in his brain. He felt the intensity of his great battle against the powerful Syndicate. He realized the desperate methods to which the trust would resort. Thus far he had held the beast by the throat, but might it not tire him out and break his grasp at last? Then he thought of Dick. "For his sake, as well as my own, I must fight this thing through," he said. "Never yet has Frank Mer ri well weakened, and I'm not going to yield a hair, even though the most powerful combination of capital in America is pitted aga"inst me." It was this indomitable courage against odds that had made him the wonder he was at college. It was this spirit that had made the name of Merriwell of Yale famous the world over. He did not know the meaning of the word "squeal." With the horse tranquilly feeding a short flistance away, he fell asleep in the shadow of the canyon wall. When he awoke Old Joe Crowfoot, wrapped in his dirty red blanket and smoking his black pipe, sat on the ground about ten feet away.


TIP TOP WEEKLY. 9 CHAPTER V. ANOTHER SNARE. Frank was compelled to rub . his eyes and stare in amazement. He fancied at first that he might be dreaming. But it was no dream. Crowfoot was there, smoking with the utmost placidity. "vVell," said Frank, stirring up, "you are the liveli est dead Indian I ever saw !" "Ugh!" grunted the old savage, without moving. "Old Joe tough. Him hard to kill." "That must oe right!" nodded Frank. "But how in the name of all that's ' wonderful did you escape?" "Go bump-bump; come down on oder man; that fix him. Joe he get all knock out. Him lay heap still long time. Then him find he be all right a whole lat." • "Well, that doesn't seem to explain it to me; but it's plain that, in some amazing manner you escaped being killed. Who was it you fell over the cliff with?" "Sid Colvin he no boder Strong Heart some more any." "So it was Colvin?" "Ugh!" . "And he got his fi11ish in the fall." "Heap got it," nodded Joe, with something like grim satisfaction. "But how in the name of all magic did you happen to turn up here at this hour?" "Joe him know which way Strong Heart go." ••you couldn't follow my trail?" "No. Just make heap good guess : " "Well, that explains in a degree. It certainly . was a heap good guess. But it's marvelous you found me without trailing me. I fancied there was no danger that any one would find me here." "Some luck," confessed the old redskin. "Crowfoot," said Frank, earnestly, "you'll never die; you'll just dry up and blow awa)'. to the happy hunting grounds: It is useless to try to kill y9u." . Joe never smiled, but sometimes there came into his beady eyes a twinkle that told Q ' f hidden . mirth hJ hj.s soul, and this Merriwell now . beheld. "Old Joe him have medicine charm," he declared. "That keep him plenty safe." "But, as you found me here, it's not impossible the rest of the dogs may have followed on, making a guess at it." "They come," nodded the Indian. "Ha!" exclaimed Frank, with deep interest. "Do you know that for a fact?" "Joe him know. He keep pear and watch um bad men lot. See um go creep, creep into place where Strong Heart was. They all broke up a lot when no find Strong Heart." "I imagine so," smiled Merry. "They must have thought I took to myself wings and flew out of the ravine, lika a bird." "They swear a great much." "And you were near enough to hear?" "Joe him be right near. Once him think he shoot um bad men. Git 'fraid him do bad job, make miss, some 'way. So him no start on job. Joe like to make job all good when him start it." Frank smiled again at the quaint manner of the redskin's explanation why he had not opened fire ot:f the trio of rascals. Joe had been afraid that he would fail to make a clean "job" of it. "And they said they would continue to follow me?" "They say Strong Heart go straight to mine, so they go same way. Mebbe find him 'gain. Say um .bigwhite man pay big boodle to get talkin' paper Strong Heart have." "That's the game, Crowfoot. I have some papers those men want. They have been paid to get their hands on those papers. Of course they would not ob ject to wiping me out at the same time. But it would not satisfy them to wipe me out and not get hold of the papers, for my brother would be left to make them trouble. -Here are the papers." Merry took out the package wmpped in oilskin. The old savage looked at it curiously. "These papers , " explained Frank, "are the titles to certain mines, the Queen Mystery, which you visited, being one of them. Those mines are so valuable that _ a powerful band of men have on taking them from me. They are owned by myself and Dick. If I were _to. be killed, Dick.could continue the struggle for the mines, and I believe these papers would epab!e him to hold them. •-But ' this band o:f white _ l]len have great influence; and they might defeat Dii;:k. They are un scrupulous. They will hesitate at to get those mines." , "Robbers!'" grunted Joe. "White man sell himself for yaller stuff !" "That's right. Lots of them sell themselves for it." "They fight for it; die for it.'" • "Sure thing."


IO TIP TOP WEEKLY. "Fools!" said Crowfoot, contemptuously. "Beyond a doubt you have made a correct estimate of them. But it will continue so as long as human 11ature remains the same. Now, Joe1 it is very danger ous for me to be carrying this i>ackage .about out here in Arizona. I should not have it with me. It should be safely desposited in a _ bank in the &st. I brought it out here because I fa11cied the men I am fighting would try to pu s h matters against me in the white man's courts of law. Now I have no further need of at present, and I wish they were thousands of miles away." '.'Mebbe you send um?" suggested Joe. "I should have clone so before," confe s sed Merry. "But I do not even like to trust them to the mails. • t the same time, if I could reach a post office now I would gladly get them off my hands." Joe seemed to understai1d and nodded. "Mebbe you git there soon," he said. "Vie better be move right away." .He ceased smoking. "That's right," nodded Frank. "But have you had . breakfast, Joe?'' The Indian shook his head. "No had some yet." "Then you must eat. I have enough left, and while you are eating I will get ready for moving." To this the old fellow made no objection, and s oo n he was munching away at the remnants food left to Frank, which he cleaned up completely. Frank caught his horse . and made ready for the s.tart. He filled his canteen with water. When everything was ready, Merry insisted that Joe should mount the horse. "You have had a hard tramp through the night/' he said, "while I was in the saddle. It will do my legs good to get a stretching." The redskin demurred. "Look here," smiled Merry, "I'm the chief of this outfit. You may have been a chief in your day, but you're under me now. \i\f e'll take turns at riding, but you are to start it. Later, when the sun is hotter, ! will ride." This seemed to satisfy the pride of the old . fellow somewhat. Under the heat of the sun he would per mit the white youth to ride, while he would do the most difficult thing. So he mounted and they were off, following the valley still deeper into the moun tains. They came finally into a narrow, rocky ravine, with sides that even a mountain goat might have found unsealable. Proceeding leisurely, they approached the debouchure of this ravine into a wide gorge, whe _ n, all in a moment, Joe was off the horse , his . rifle ready for U 5 e. "What is it?" asked Frank, startled in spite of him s elf by the s udden movement of his companion. "Back!" whispered the redskin. "Get back behind rock s-quick!" Frank knew peril of some sort threatened them. The redskin was causing the , horse to _ back, keeping the animal between him and the mouth of the ravine. Merry got bdck directly, also holdirt,s-his rifle in readiness. "What

rIP TOP WEEKLY. I I • CHAPTER VI. THE TRAP OF DEATH. The shot came from above. Looking swiftly upward, Merry saw a nian leap along amid some bowlders and y anish from view, ing obtained a position where he could see them with very little danger of exposing himself. "That settles it!" said Merri well , grimly. "There is . ,no uncertainty about it now. They have prepared an ambush for us. It is evident that the delectable gang who were trailing me have some friends who were sent to shut me off , in case I should escape the . Joe , you saved me from stumbling into a very nasty trap." He had not been idle while talking. Having seen the posit i on where the man above had , concealed him self, Frank. lost little time in shifting his location and getting under cover of the opposite side of the ravine, thus re a ching a point where the first to shoot . could not again fire down upon him. The Indian crossed also. And now a hail came from the rocks beyond the mouth of the ravine. "Oh, Frank Merriwell I" called a gruff voice. "Well, " answered Merry, ,"that's my handle. What can I do for you ?" "Come out." "Thanks! To be shot at? I do not care to make a target of myself." "There'll be no shooting if you come out. That blamed fool up there was some previous!'.' "Possibly he was, but he has clearly indicated your intentions," returned Merry. "It was a mistake, pard." "Yes, a mistake oti your part." "We want to talk with you." "Go ahead." "We c i n talk better face to face." "Then advance with your hands high and empty, for you 'll get shot up some if you try tricks." But this plan did not suit the hidden speaker in the least. He sought to draw Frank forth by vari,ous cajoleries, none of which accomplished the purppse. At the same time Merry warned the ruffians not to enter the mouth of the ravine, after which , in company with Old Joe, he retreated as quietly as possible along the foot of the wall. '"We've got to, tum round anci' make our way out of here by retreating, Crowfoot," he said, in a low voice. "The Mining Trust must. have employed a small army Of desperadoes to do their dirty work. In this they have flattered me, for it is apparept that they thought a few murderous scoundrels might not be able to cope with me successfully. At the same time, it seems that you save my life on • this occasion, Joe, sorpething I'll not readily forget." To this the old fellow answered only with a grunt. They were able to hug the wall for a considerable distance, and thus had withdrawn far clown the ravine before the rocks and and a turn in the . course of the walls forced them out so they were agam seen by the fellow who had fired on them from above. As soon as this occurred the man saw them, rose over his J;>owlder, and fired again, the bullet picking up some dirt two yards to the left of Merry. Crowfoot had been retreating backward, his rifle gTi pped with both hands, his black eyes roving lessly over the rocks and walls . His weapon spoke hke an echo to the . other, and from behind the puff of smoke up amid the rocks the man was to make a convulsive leap and pitch forward. He struck on / the brink of a ledge and lay there, his arms and head dangling over, while his rifle went clattering :tnd bounding to the bottom of the ravine. ' ' \Vell, you fixed him nicely!" said Merry, who was a trifle pale but whose nerves were steady as the ' " mountains. "That was an excellent shot, Crowfoot. "Ugh!" was all the retort that came from Old Joe. They continued to retreat, quickly passing frorr. view of the dangling arms and head of the de<1-d man on the ledge. "The tools of the Syndicate are finding this no easy job," observed Frank. "Two of them have swallowed their medicine and gone off on the long trail." "More to follow," asserted Joe, with something like grim humor. . After a little they ventured to hasten with still greater speed back along the ravine. " .We'll be out of he1:e inside of thirty minutes,'' said Frank. "Listen! ' ' cautioned Joe. They paused a moment, but Merry could not seem hear anything. The old Indian, however, shook his head and said : "Bad men come! They faller us." them follow," said Frank. "But they had bet


IZ TIP.TOP WEEKLY. ier be cautious and keep their precious hides out of sight." . They now hastened their retreat with all speed, hop ' ing to get .out of the ravine without a further en counter with the ruffians. Of a sudden, from some distance ahead, came a r-umbling explosion which seemed to jar the very ground, and this was followed by a long-continu.ed roar, like a mighty avalanche. Old Joe looked at Merry inquiringly. "Don't a k me!" Fr.ank. "I don't know what I it was. But it sounded like a blast. Who can be blasting here in these mountains? That's a ver)t interesting question." So they continued to press forward. In a short time they came to a point where they could see the narrowest portion of the ravine, where the overhanging walls had close together. And there, to their astonishment, they saw that one of the walis had crumbled and . fallen in indescribably wild confusion, filling and blocking the ravine with a mighty mass of earth and storm. \ "Well, wouldn't that jar you!" exclaimed Merri well, in amazement. "It looks as if we were caught in a trap. With armed ruffians behind us and this fallen •..val! in front,. we're in a very nasty scrape, and no mistake about that." "Heap so( admitted the fodian. "No can git hos . over that place." "No." " "Got to turn and fight the devils behind us.'; Even as he said this, a man appeared on the top of the wild mass of fallen earth and rock. He stood up and uttered a shout. In his hand he held a rifle. "Well; shoot me!" muttered Merriwell. "Shoof me it. isn't Big Monte!" "H " . f J ' l" "Od b d eap so, agam came rom oe s 1ps. er a . i;nen come behind ; blow down wall. Bad scrape." The Syndicate was resorting to the most desperate means to obtain what it desired, and it now seemed that Frank Merriwell was trapped beyond a doubt. Other men appeared on the barrier near Big Monte. They were Pinto Pede and One-Hand Hank. There \vas no passing them. "Well," said Frank, "I'll fight as long as I have strength to pull a trigger!" . And now Big Monte uttered another derisive shout and fired a bullet pinging over their heads. "Heap danger," grunted Joe. "Correct," nodded Frank. "We've got to•get under cover." They fell back to the cover of some rocks ' piled against the southeni wall iof the ravine. Here, they could not quite conceal the horse, but were able to hide them selves effectually, although they were fired upon once or twice by the men before which they had been treating ere making the discovery that the ravine had been blocked by a blast. Frank knelt behind the rocks, noting with tion that above their he ads the wall tiulged otttward, so that it was not possible for any one to drop heavy stones upon them. ... He looked the situation over, and-it did not take him long to conclude that the murderous vassals of the Consolidated Mining Association of Ametica had him nicely penned up in a box from which there was no escape. This time Crowfoot could not lead him out by means of scaling a sloping wall, for the walls rose sheer to the top far above. With no provisions and very little water, it would not be long before the ruffians would force their marked victim into a desperate r break for liberty in the face of almost certain death, or would compel him to surrender. "It's a regular death-trap!" he muttered. CHAPTER VII. THE MAN WITH ONE ARM. "Brad," said Dick Merriwell, to his friend and roommate, Brad Buckhart, as they, were returning from Fardale 'Village to the academy, "there is a man with one arm following us." Buckhart looked round. "I opine you're right, pard,'' he admitted, observing the man, who stopped and stepped behind a tree. "Who is the galoot?" "I don't know," confessed Dick, shaking his head. "He has been hanging round the post office. I saw "' him there yesterday, and he was there again to--day. He watches me like a hawk when I come in." "Well the varmint is a bungler!" declared the Texan, in disgust. "He dodges in a way so that anybody'd know what he was up to.'' "He's a ruffian of the worst sort, or I'm no judge of ruffians," asserted Dick. "Belong round town?" "I never noticed him before yesterday.''


• TIP TOP WEEKLY. IJ "Look like a sailor?" "No; more like a ruffian from the West. Somehow he seems like Western desperadoes I have noticed." "Let's go back and take a look at the gent," urged the Texan. "I want to see him so I'll sure know him next time we meet up." Nothing lath, Dick turned about at once, and they retraced their steps. The man was lingering behind the tree. When he saw he could not escape observation, he steppedout and started off, but the boys quickened their steps and soon came up with him. "Wait a minute, sir," urged Dick. The man turned and assumed a smile that made his dark face look extl'emely hideous. He had small, wicked eyes. His dress was rough, but was not such as would attract particular attention. "Whatever is it you wants of me, young gents?" he asked, in a voice intended to be very bland and reas suring. "l just wanted to inquire if there is particular I can do for you," said Dick. to have taken a great interest in me." anything in "You seem "Why, is it so?" a$ked man, with the rising inflection. "I 'low you must be a heap mistaken, young gent. I never 'peared to notice you any at all before." "You have watched me every time you have seen me, and to-day you followed us from the post office," said Dick. "Now, I don't rnind that, but I fancied you might think there was something I could do for you." . "Which were exceedin' kind o' you, kid/' grinned the ruffianly-looking fellow, in a manner that was more than half an insult; I sartain confess that you're mistaken a w . hole lot. -I were jest out a'-walkin' . fer my health:" . "What made you dodge behind that tree when we looked back." "Dodge? Me dodge? Now, kid, you've mistook my natur' a plenty if you reckon I'm the sort to do the dodgin' act fer anything o' your size an' age.'' "vVeH, that's all right!" exclaimed Dick, who did not fancy the man's . tone or manner. "But you can make a big mistake and pick up the wrong kid. I don't fancy being _ dogged about, even by a man with one _ a1n .. ,; The grin disappeared from . the man's "Don't git personal) youngker, about that there arm i" growled the ruffian, ruffian he plainly was. "I don't like it norte whatever, an' you might find me onpleasant if you riled me up a whole lot." \'Don't let that worry you," chipped in Brad. "If you don't like it, you know what you can dq. You hea1 me chirp!" "Now, who was a-talkin' to you?" said the man. "Nobody in particular," ahswered the Texan. "But I chip into this game just about here." ' "Better keep out. I'm a peaceable-disposed gent when I ain't rubbed the wrong way o' my fur; but stomp on rt1y tail an' you'll hear me yowl a plenty loud." "I reckon yowling is about all it will amount' to," said Brad, with equal insolence. This kind ol talk from a boy provoked the oneam!_ed man exceedingly, a fact which he made no effort to conceal. "Why, I could wring the both o' your necks with my one hand!" was his assertion. "Mebbe you're thirsting to try it?" inquired Brad. "If so, why we're here waiting. We ate, I know!" Dick laughed. "Come," he said, giving Brad's arm a pull. "We're not hunting trouble.'' "An' that shows you sartin are a good se11sible -youngker," commented the man with one arm. "Mosey along abotlt your business, children, . an' you may live out your allotted years. Otherwise you're in great danger o' meetin' up with a sudden great calam ity." With that, he again faced toward the village and strode away. "Now, that's the sor't of a galoot," said Brad, "who riles me all over. What he 11eeds is the branding iron, and he's sure to get ' it some time scorching hot." "He's a Westerner," said Dick. "I opi11e so," nodded the Texan. "Either that, or he's tunning a big bluff, aftet my own style." "It's no bluff. He spoke in his natural manner of talking, and l have heard men talk that way in the West. What is his game? Why is he watching me?" "Ask me an easy one, partner. Mebbe he likes your style a whole lot, and is in for copyihg it." "He has an object," averred Dick. "I am sure of PI feel it. Somehow I feel that I have not seen tli.e last of that man." The one-armed man walked on with long strides, soon disappearing into the village. Dick and Brad turned again toward the academy.


• 14 TIP TOP \iVEEKLY. "'Don;t let him worry you none , " urgcrd the Texan. "He may be a bad man from 'Way Back, but I opine he'll behave himself here in the placid East." But, as Dick surmised, he had not seen the last of the man. On the following clay, which was Saturday, Dick went alone to the post office. As he entered, the man with one arm was loitering near and followed him in. Dick was given a notification that there was a regis tered package waiting for him. As he was glancing at this notice, he heard raspy breathing at his shoulder and turned to see the eyes of the one-armed man fas tened upon the slip in his hand. Young Merriwell was angry. "What do you want?" he demanded, sharply. "I ask yer pardon, youngker," said ' the fellow, with attempted politeness. "I hopes ye don't object none to my callin' at the general delivery fer my mail?" . "Call as much as you like, but keep away from me." Dick could not have accounted for the feeling of irritation and aversion that had seized him, but it was extremely powerful, and he stepped away from the I man. The fellow gave him a derisive grin. "Confound him I" thought Dick. The one-armed man stepped up to the general de livery window and asked : "Mought there be anything fer J. D. Burnham?" He was informed that there was nothing, whereupon he turned away and left tlie post offie,_e, not even giving Dick another glance. Young Merriwell shook himself, as if seeking to cast off a spell. "What is the matter with me?" he muttered. "Why is it that I am so stirred up by that fellow? I ca ,n't account for it. But I know he was peering over my shoulder to read this notice. His eyes were fastened on it, and his face wore an eager look of satisfaction. Why was he interested ?" The question puzzled Dick not a little. Thinking of this matter, he neglected a while to call for the package. The man had given his name as J. D . Burnham, but , something told Dick that this was a fictitious name. The boy was now quite 0fully satisfied that the fel low was hanging about the post office and watching him for no good 'or friendly purpose. That there was behind it all some sinister design young Merriwell felt confident. Further than that, the expression of the fellow ' s face was that of a conscienceless scoundrel who wotild hesitate at no crime. At last, Dick approached the registry window and called for his package, for which he duly signed. The package was passed out to " him. It was small and compact, being tied about with strands untwisted from an ordinary rope: . The paper was soiled. But instantly on seeing the writing, even before ob serving a name written fine in an upper corner, he knew it had come from his brother and was very valuable. CHAPTER VIII. THE PACKAGE AND THE LETTER. Dick lost little time in openiti.g the registered package from his brother. In it he found a number of legal papers relating to certain mines, one in Arizona and one in Mexico. . . They were the very papers Frank Merriwell had journeyed East to take from the deposit vault of a ) New York bank a 1 few weeks before. Frank had sent them back. On a sheet of. paper, torn from a notebook, Merry had written a message to Dick. 'fhis message was brief and thrillin'g enough. It ran as follows: "MY DrcK: I write hurriedly at sundown in a rocky ravine of the Mogollon Mountains. I have been followed here and . nicely trapped . by a band of ruffians iil. the employ of the C. M. A. of who have been engaged to wrest from me by any possible means the old deeds and titles of lhe Queen Mystery and San Pablo . mines. There seems no possible escape from this sr).are, as the wretches have blown down a wall on one hand and blocked the ravine, while they wait with loaded rifles at the other extremity to riddle me if I attempt to escape that way. The trust dared not press matters in the courts until it had secured possession of these papers. My companion is Old Joe Crowfoot, who declares that, under cover of nightfall, he will be able to scale these perpendicular walls and get away. But he says it is absolutely impossible for me to ac company him. He wants to stay with me and fight it out to the last, but I have insisted that he should go and take the papers to the nearest registry post office. I will prepare the package so that he can register it, and it will be forwarded to you in case he suc ceeds in getting away. I do this that you may . be able to take up the fight for your rights if these devils suc ceed in snuffing me out. ' To-morrnw, if I ariLsatisfied


, J TIP TOP WEEKLY. 15 that J oe has escaped, I shall surrender. I ishall wait l ong enough to feel certain that <;rowfoot has plent y of time to reach a post office. What will follow m y s urrender I caimot say. The. ru"ffj.ans may murder me. but I have a fancy they will n ot, as that would do them no good, unless they can secure . the papers. If I get off with "my life, you will hear from me in clue time. It is g rowing too dark to write more. Good-by, Dick, possibly forever! "Your affectionate brother, "FRANK." When he had fini!5hed reading this thriiling messag e the boy was in a s tate of high excitement. His nerves were tingling and . .his heart was pounding furiously in his bt: east. "Heavens!" he murmured, with pale lips. He well c o mpiehended how serious must be the sit uati on for Frank to write such a letter. More than that, he seemed to feel that Merry had not revealed the full danger 0 his s ituation. "Good L ord!" muttered Dirk, aloud. "I ought to be vvith hin1 ! r . ought t o be there r' ,. He was burning with an intense longing to be at the side of his imperiled brother. He thirsted to s tand by . Frank through thick and thin, to fight with him and fall with him, if fall it shou ld be. Never before had Dick reali zed so keenly the intense affection he felt for his manly brother. Now that Frank was in such peril the boy was djstressed he shook like a leaf. Often he had faced deadly peril himself without being thus m oved . . Indeed, . in the teetJ1 of mortal danger had held nerves firm as iron; now he trembled. Before his mental vision arose a picture of Frank trapped by those , desperadoes in the far-away Ariz o na mountains. He knew something of the bad men ef the Vv est, and he realized that they would not hesitate to kill in order to gain their ends. •, And Merry h('\d written of surrendering when he was sure Old Joe had slipped safely away. The fact that the package had reached hand s was pro of ihat the crafty old redskin had been successful. But how \vas it with Frank Merri well? Dick saw Frank coolly waving his hancl\<:erchief on the muzzle of his rifle and then walking out to be taken a prisoner by the miscreants. The boy knew Merry would coolly smile in the faces oJ the wretches who would be infuriated in discovering how he h:id tricked them. Then, would not their rage lead them to dcr? On top of this came a thought that made the boy stagger. It was all over. package had . been many days . on the roa

• 16 TIP TOP WEEKLY. He knew that he would c o unt the hours until there came some mes s age to tell him that Frank was wellor dead. Then, in the midst of these thoughts broke others of the man with one arm. Instantl y Dick vaguel y c o nnected that man with • Frank aud w i th the de s p e radoes w ho had trapped Frank in the Mogollon M o untains. "No," mentally said the boy, "that cannot be. He is bere-he has been here two days." Still that was not satisfact o ry, and immediately Dick remembered that mail always travels , on account of inspections and precauti o ns along the route, slower than ordinary mail. That being the case, was it not possible that this ruffian with one arm had started from Arizona at the same time as the package, or even somewhat later , and reached Farclale in advance of it? "It's pos s ible," muttered the boy. "That wc:m.ld ex plain why he has been hanging about the post office and watching me whenever I have come here for m ail. He has been waiting to see me get this And to-day he looked over my shoulder and saw the notice. He knows I have it now!" , Dick hastily thrust the package into an inner pocket of his coat, which he buttoned tightly over it. "T6o late to place it in the bank , " he said. "I'm sorry about that. It cannot be put in the bank until Monday. Until then I must guard it with my life!" -He thought of the little safe in Merry's home. Why not lock the papers up in that safe? Then he remembered how desperate men , employed by the Syndicate, had once entered Frank' s home and removed the papers from that very safe . Such a safe could easily be "cracked" by any up-to-date burglar. "That won't do," Dick immediately decided. "I can ' t put them there . There is but one thing for me to do,, and that is to keep them con s tantly on my per son until I can get them safely into the bank. I'll do that." He left the post office. Outside he looked around, fully expecting to detect somewhere the man with one arm. He saw nothing of that man. His eyes beheld the u s ual life of the village street. It was a mild, thawey clay, and sn o w-water ran in the ruts of the road. The sunshine and warm air had led men, careless of colds and pneumonia, to cast aside o v ercoats, or to walk with them flapping wide. What a contrast this peaceful village was to that thing of which he had lately read in the letter from his brother! Dick started away for the academy. He walked swiftly, a tumult of thought in his brain . Several times he pau s ed to loo k around for the man with one arm , but it seemed that the ruffian had cliS'ap pc a red. A s the b o y continued he fell again to thinking over t h e letter . He walked with his head clown. It did n o t seem right for Frank to be awa y there in Arizona , fighting for the fortune that was rightfully his, while , Dick remained i)eaceful and unm o lested in Fardale . . The lad longed to take part in the struggle. Little he dreamed how soon he was to be concerned in it. I As he was pa ss ing an o ld s hed that thrust one sagging corner out into the r o ad line the one-armed m a n suddenly leaped out from a place of hiding and aimed a blow at his head with a heavy club. I CHAPTER IX. ' THE STRU GGLE IN THE SHED. Dick dodged and flung up one arm, partly breaking the force of the blow. But he did not wholly escape. The heavy club came crashing down upon his skull, and he fell half stunned to the ground. At once the ruffian dropped the club, grasped the lad by the collar, and dragged him into the shed. "Got ye! " he muttered, in savage triumph. "Got ye good and plenty, my sharp an' sassy youngker !" Dick heard him, although it se e med that the voice came fro m far, far a w ay. The boy reali z ed what had happ e ned , but felt that he was helpless to prevent the wre tch fr o m carrying out his purp ose. "Now, " grated the man, "to git holt o ' them yar papers . It's a right g o od bit o' boodle they 'll bring to me." He , began to searnh the boy's pockets. In a moment he was unbuttoning coat. That it was which brought back the lad ' s volition . The man was feeling for the very pocket that con tained the precious package! Of a sudden Dick stirred and grasped the fellow's wri s t with b o th his h a nds. "Hello!" e x clai'med the ruffian , in a s tonishment. "No y o u don't!" whi s pered Dick , faintly. "vVell, elem me ! " e..-cclaimed the fellow . "You must


TIP TOP WEEKLY. have a right hard head, yot.mgker ! But you'd better keep still , or I'll be forced to use you up a . whole lot more. " He tried to twist his wrist free, but the lad hung on like grim death, panting : "No you d o n 't! No you don 't!" I The man swore, and a loo k of great fur y settled on his villainous face. "I'll ha v e to finish ye , y o u little devil! " he snarled. Now, Dick was not so very little, being a good s i zed and well-developed lad of his years, and it was not such an easy thing to finish him, as the man with one arm was soon to learn. The scoundrel tried hard to twist h i s wrist free, but Dick held on, feeling his strength returning swiftly. Then the mffian planted a knee in the boy ' s stom a ch and pres s ed it d ownward with cru s hing force. The young muscles of the athlete resisted, and this pres sure, which ha v e seriously injured a weaker lad, harmed Dick not at all. "Ye' re pnttfr1' up a right g oo d fight, kid!" the man w a s forced to confess. "But it won't do ye no good! Better give up an' let me ha v e them papers. It'll save ye a lot of trouble and inju }y, sure as ye ' re born." "Never!" said Dick. "Then, dern ye! I'll cut yer throat from ear to ear! " The look in the evil eyes of the wretch seemed to indicate that he was one to make Stich a threat good. ' ! No you won 't!" averred Dick. "Why not?" "I won't let you !" "vV hy , you're a onery kid! I opines it won't be no grea t job!" . "You've got a n other opine coming to you." The struggle continue d furiously, until, su d denly, much to the man ' s surprise , Dick manage d to squirm aside and partly rise. Instantly t , he villain hurled hi.<> weight against the lad, who was knocked backward to the ground. Dick was listening all through this struggle fo r the s o und of some person passing to whom he could shout an appeal. At last, he heard the sound of sleigh bells . . They came nearer and nearer. But the man with one arm divined the purpose of the b oy , and he suddenly succeeded in clutching Dick by the throat. "I opine you won ' t chirp loud a great deal, " he said, fiercely. ' His fingers seemed crushmg the throat of the boy. Dick could not breathe, and the pressure was giving him great agony. The man bent down and grinned hideously and fiercely into his face. "Ye' re a right peert young hustler," he said; "but ye can ' t. buck up agin' One-Hand Hank without m e etin' yer finish." . Dick realized that the wretch might mean to choke him to death then and there. A wild thought forced itself through the boy's brain. Somewhere away out in the Arizona mountains Frank Merriwell was lying dead, his bones picked by buz zards and bleaching in the sun. Soon the end would come for Dick. He would lie dead 'neath that old shed, his face black , his . eyes bulging, and the dreadful work of the Syndicate would be done. They would have the papers and the mi'nes, but the curse of blood would be on all. "No!" something within him shouted. "It shall not be! " Then, with a terrible energy, he tore those crushing fingers from his neck. The strength of the boy seemed to come back to him with all its n3:tural force, and the man was as tounded by the fury of the struggle. To be sure he , must have succeeded in finishing Dick had he possessed two good hands , but the disadvantage of having but one he soon felt as the lad again squirmed from be neath him and rose to his knees. ' "You young wildcat!" snarled the ruffian. "I'll sure have to finis h you fer good!" From beneath his cdat he snatched forth a murder ous-looking knife, with which he lunged forward at the fighting youngster. Dick managed to escape the blow, but the knife ripped open the sleeve of his coat. \i\Tith a bound young Merriwell was on his feet. "You dog!" he huskily gasped . "You murderous scoundrel!" The man had risen and stood between Dick and the do o r of the shed, the dreadful knife ready for use. It was g i ooiny there in that shed, which seemed to h old the black shad o w of de a th. Outside the spring sn o ws were melting and the breath of the south was in the air. In there it was ch o king close, and the air wa s filled with the chill of a long, sealed vault. Dick did not demand that the man should stand aside and let him pass, for he knew that such words I


18 TIP TOP WEEKLY. / would be wasted. He saved his breath and watched closely, ready for action . . Now the wonderful fighting of the boy had caused the ruffian to breathe heavily, and he welcomed those few moments in which to recover . . So they stood thus, beneath the gloomy shed, watching each other closely, waiting for the moment when the struggle should be resumed. -Thus far Dick had succeeded in reta111111g posses sion of the precious package, but now the man had drawn a deadly weapon, and the boy had no similar , weapon with which to meet him. But the one-armed wretch had been given enough of fighting by the youngster. Certain it is that he did not wish to kill the boy unless forced to do so in order to obtain the papers. He knew the peril of committing murder in that part of the co\.mtry-he knew the bloodhounds of the law would be placed on his track to hunt him down and bring him to the gallows. True it was that the influence arid power of the Mining Trust would be behind him and would seek to save his neck in any case; but even money has been known to fail to save a murderer. J,t is not likely that the wretch was seized with ad miration for a boy who could put up such a desperate battle. Rather it is probable that he was greatly pro voked and enraged. He had anticipated accomplishing his object with no oppos . it i on of consequence, a11d now he saw himself pushed tq__ the verge of tJSing his knife. "Give me that yar paper , kic !" he hoarsely grated. Dick stood quite still. "Gr e it up!" snarled the mau. "If fou don't, dern me ef I don't jest nacherlly slit ye inter rib'bons !" "You want the papers?" . "You bet! An' I'll have 'em, to o!" "Then you'll have to come and take them!" flung back Dick, apparently nothing daunted. One-Hand Hank; for the ruffian was the famous Western gun-fighter and "killer," swore. "vVhy, I've snuffed out twenty g o od meff in my day, kid!" he exclaimed. "I could shoot you clown instan ter, but I don't care none to kick up a rumpus with my gun. Them papers won't do you any good what ever now, so ye may as well give them 1{p. You can't expect to fight an' beat the Syndicate all by yer lone some." "I don't. My brother is in this fight, as the Syndi cate will find out before it is through with the job." \ Hank laughed harshly and derisively. "Yer brother!" he sneered . "vV'at's ther matter ' . with yer? He ain't in it no more!" Those words struck a cold dart. to the boy's heart. "What do you mean by that?" he asked. "My brother is not one to give Up." -"They all has ter give up when they git theirs," said the ruffian. "An' Frank Merriwell he sartin got his a plenty." Dick kt1ew what the fellow meant. "It's a lie!" he cried. . "Is it? vVal, I opine not! We shot him up a whole 1 lot when we found he had fooled us, with the aid o' that dirty redskin. An' we didn't take . ther trouble ter do any buryin', either. Coyotes an' other hungry things has 'tended ter that; I reckons." Dick was infuriated. "You lie!" he panted. " : My brother is not de::i.d ! He was not born to be murdered by such miserable dogs as you !" "Yer welcome ter think as you likes , kid,' ' said OneHand Hank, with indifference. "But what I sees with my own eyes I sure knows. He's as dead as old Adam, an' I'll swear ter that." CHAPTER X. I THE BAtTLE FOR1 LIFE. If the mffian thought to break the spirit ot the boy and cause him to surrender by this information, he made a great mist

• TIP TOP WEEKLY. The knife flew from One-Hand Hank' s grasp. Dick tried to lift the board again to beat the wretch over the head, but Hank closed in with a single bound. . The shed creaked as the boy was hurled back against the . wall. "Got ye now!" triumphantly d ' eclared Hank. Dick lifted his knee . with sufficient force to sud denly double the wretch over. Then the boy tried to dodge past, but Hank' s single hand clutched and he l d him. Wheeling, young Merriwell struck the fellow on the side of the head with his fist , sending him spinning, but those fingers held fast, and the battling youngster was dragged down also. They fell heavily, and Dick tried to scram.qle upon the villain to pin him fast. Both were somewhat dazed, and tHeir movements were not d ccurate. In his haste the Fardale lad went clean over his antagonist. Hank flopped over just as Dick sought to . crawl away , and down upon the boy ' s ankle came the claw like hand of the man. Tinkle! tinkle! tinkle !-sounded some sleighbells. Some traveler was passing. Dick lifted his voice just as Hank hurled himself on his back and crushed him to the ground, breaking the cry . Tinkle I tinkle I tinkle !-the sleigh passed on without stopping. Dick ' s cry had been unheard; or, if it had been heard, the person in the sleigh had not understood its . .impor.t and from whence it came. Ope-Hand Hank laughed hoarsely with satisfaction. "Got ye now!" he cried. "It' s no use. Cave in, kid!" For. reply Dick threw his head violently upward and. backward. He struck Hank full in the mouth, cutting the ruffian's lips and stunning him somewhat. "Devils !" mumbled the man. With a great heaving twist , the lad managed to hurl the villain off, and the battle was continued with the chances far more even. Only for a moment. Then the single hand.of the man found and grasped the hilt of the knife he had dropped. He Utt;red a snarl of There would be no hesitation now. to a pitch of fury that made him utterly careless of consequences, he struck hard at the lad. Barely in time Dick managed to flop swiftly over and escape that deadly stroke. The knife was buried in the frozen ground. Again Dick had escaped death ' by a narrow margin. He might have leaped up at that moment and made good his escape had he not been so exhausted. He made the attempt , but Hank was on him as he was rising. The oaths that issued from the bloody lips of the ruffian w ere horrible to hear. All the evil in him had been awakened and stirred until it boiled forth from his lips and sought madly the destruction of the fighting boy . Round and round they tw.isted, until at last,' oy /1 wrestler's trick, yQung Merriwell. succeeded in throwing Hank. Dick went down heavily on the wretch, .who grunted with the shock as he struck the ground. "No use! " mumbled Hank. ''I'll kill ye now I I'll slice ye shore!" But his knife was gone, and he could not do the slicing. . He had another weapon left. The boy felt that Hank was reaching for a pistol I "If he gets that weapon out," thought Dick, "I' m done for!" So again he managed to seize the ruffian's wrist and balk his deadly purpose for a little time. The gloom of the shed seemed to grow deeper. The mighty exertions of the lad . had forced the blood to his head until it roared in his ears like a mighty cata ract. Before his eyes a black cloud seemed settling, and dimly through the dusk he saw the contorted face of his' foe , the glaring eyes and the bleeding lips. With a terrible fear that he was growing uncon scious, Dick exerted all the force of his wonderful.will to prevent such a calamity. Well it was for him that he possessed such cotnmand over himself, for by that alone he warded off weakness that must have given One-Hand Halk the victory. "I'll shoot ye full o'. lead!" snarled t}:le ruffian. , "Not yet!" thought Dick; but he had no breatli for words . ' The ruffian twisted to free his hand, but Di . ck held on with all the strength he could command. , Ail the fighting blood of the Merriwells was stirred in the body of that remarkable l;>oy. Not one lad in a thousand could have put up such a battle against sucl1 odds. Dick understood all he was fighting for1


• 20 TIP TOP W'EEKLY. and as lpng as he could lift a hand there was M pos sibility that he would desist and surrender. The man had been astounded by the furious re sistance of the lad. Vaguely he felt wonderment now, but mostly that was smothered by intense fury. Those who have tried to hold fast to the wrist of a strong person know how difficult is the task. Dick did his best, but Hank finally twisted free. "Now you get it sizzling hot!" grated the tnan, as he reached for his pistol. Dick straightened up and oqt ftew one of his feet, striking Hank in the breast and hurling him backward. At the same time, the lad . lost his balance and fell. !fad. he not been so exl)austed by his struggles . this would , not have happened. He lifted himself, btit the shadows in the shed were than ever, and the roaring in his head now sounded like a steady peal of thunder. ;. He looked around. What had happened? For a moment he caught him self wondering, and it warned him that his senses were threatening to desert him entirely. the gloom he saw a pair of glaring eyes fixed upon him. He knew those eyes , and they dragged pim back to himself for yet a little time. Weakly Dic'k lifted himself to his knees. As he did Sb, his hand felt the piece of board he h?d ripped from the side-of the shed. Once. that board had saved his life, and it w . as destined to do so again. He rose with it in his hand. Then he saw that tlie' one-armed man had drawn bis pistol. saw the weapon lifted. It was astonishing that enough life remained in Dick to enable him to make such a sudden sidelong spring. . The pistol flashed, a glare of red lighted the dark interior of the shed for an instant. The bullet barely touched Dick's ear. J'he boy did not try to run. Instead, he struck with all his strength at the spot from whence the bullet had _ come, at the same time hurling him s elf9orward. The heavy board came down edgewise on the head of OneHand Hank, who . fell over stunned. And across the body of the man dropped the: boy. and looked down on the silent figure of the ru$an, shuddering a little. One-Hand Hank was quite still. The atmosphere of the shed choked the boy. He turned and staggered out into the open light of day. _ Covered with dirt, with spots of blood on his face and hands and his clothing torn, he presented a pitiful spectacle. But he had triumphed! The unyielding, indomitable spirit of the Merriwells had carried him through to victory. The precious papers were still in his possession. Dick turned back toward the village. He knew where to find the peputy sheriff, and now he hastened -' . as fast as he could to reach this official. -The first person he inet stared at him in amazement ana hurried on. The next man stopped, asking! "What has to you, boy? Have yo111. been l . .. . in a fight?" . . . A strange laugh, short and harsh, came from Dick's lips. "Oh, yes!" he answered; "I have been in a fight. Where is Tom Daggett, the deputy sheriff?" "Going to have some one arrested?" "I think so. Have you seen Daggett?" "Yep. Saw him down to Lawyer Soper's office an hour ago." Dick Lawyer Soper's Daggett had just gone out. "You must have been in a scrap, my boy?" said the lawyer. "Been attacked by some of the village boys?" .r In the past there had been fierce conflicts between the boys of the village and the cadets; but of late the academy lads . had proved too strong, and the village youngsters took pains to keep. clear of encounte _ rs. Dick shook his head. "You may find Daggett at Prodder' s store," said the lawyer, as the boy passed out. The deputy sheriff was just leaving Pl'Odaer's store. "Mr. Daggett," said Dick, "I "'vish you t"come with me and take into custody a ruffian who tried to rob and murder me." CHAPTER XI. "Whew!" whistled the officer. ''Got a warrant?" CHESTER DEMANDS 'TI'IE PAPERS. "No; but I think my appearance will warrant your Dick recovered quickly, for he had not lost a realizmaking the arrest. If we stop to have a warrant made ing sense of his peril. He dragged himself to his feet out, the sco undrel may escape." ' -...


... I, TIP TC?P WEEKLY. 21 "1.:hen we won't stop," nodded Daggett. "I'll just lock . fhe fellow up, and you can swear out the warrant afterward. Lead on." But when the shed was reached the man with one arm had disappeared. Plainly he had recovered after Dick's departure and lost no time in making off. On the way Dick had briefly told Daggett the par ticulars of the aiid struggie, arousing iii officer a great desire to place his hands on the wretch. "I've noticed that man hanging around," he said. "He won't get very far. I'll have him! Jpromise you that. I'll have the irons him before dark and land him in the caboose. Boy, you're a good fighter, which was a lucky thing for you ... Just you go get yourself attended to, and rv.e to gather in the gent with one arm." "All right," said Dick. He did not proceed directly to the academy, but went to Frank's _ house, letting hirriselt in with the key he constantly car . ried. r:e .was compelled to rest a ' -, little before washing and changing his clothes. Fortu-nately he kept a cadet suit at the hous _e. Aid so, when Dick issued forth again and turned his s'eps toward the academy , he bore scarcely a of the frightful struggle for life through which he had so lately passed. Reaching the academy, he learned on the ,vay to his room that Bi:ad Buckhart was in the gym., although it was . already growing dark. He did . not go there in search of his roommate, but the Texan soon appeared. Dick had lighted a lamp and -was sitting by the table on which it stood. "Well, pard, have you been ?'1 Buck hart. "We've been putting a right smart bit of practice in the cage this afternoon. And, say, that Flint is the real thing. Why, he's got a batting eye that beats the band. He can meet any kind of a cur:ve: Had all the fellows trying to fool him, but he can crack a rise, a drop, an out and in or a straight ball just as easy! If he shows up like that in a game he 'll be the..greatest batting find Fardale e ver made." Then Brad stopped and looked ha•d at Dj.ck. "What's the matter?" he asked. "I have seen our one-armed friend again." "That varmint? Well, that's interesting i" ''It was-very!" "How?" Dick told Brad of the battle with the one-armed man, and the Texan grew greatly excited . . "Great horn sp0on ! " he roared. "All-. that hap pened ancl,_I wasn't there to break into the game? Well, confound my luck I And the measly escaped I Waugh ! Let's get after him I s go forth with a rope and gently s4spend him fr0, the limb of ?-tree! Oh, I've just got to place my delicate hands on that whelp! I have, I I" "Daggett is _ after him,'' s aid Dick. "He has prom ised to hunt him down and arrest him." "But these yere papers he was aftert" questioned Brad, "what are ?" ('Here they are/' said Dick, bringi _ng forth the registered "They were sent me by Frank rotn Arizona. I shall deposit them in the bank here as soon as possible. " "Why, I certain thoqght-. -" "That Frank t ook the papers West. to use . the Syndicate. He did, but the Syndicate is not ready, to fight the thing out in the courts, so Frank. sent them back to me.'' "Why didn ' t he 'em?" "Wait," said Dick. ;,I have a ;hat I 'll read you. It will explain.". ' So he read Frank's letter aloud to Brai:l, whoso eyes began to bulge. "Whoop!" cried the Texan, when the letter was finished. "Why,_ blow n;e cold! that's the real thing! Say, pard ; Frank certain was in _ a right ha;d pred ,ic;ament ! Those devils had him in a box. But that oi<.I . ' ' . Injun must have found a hole to squeeze out "It's hard to trap Old Joe," said Dick; "but my heart is sore for Frank. Brad, I'm afraid." "Pard, that brother of your never grew to let a lot of onery low-down Piutes like them snuff him outc You hear me talk [" ' t .


22 TIP TOP WEEKLY. hope you are right ; but the one-armed man de clared that they had shot him." "Don't you believe it." "I declined to believe it. All the same, I cannot help feeling worried, and I shall remain so until I hear something more from Frank." . "If you don ' t hear--" "There is some money here in the bank that I can draw. I shall take it and go to Arizona,.. to investi gate.'' "Dick," cried Brad, "I'm with you! Say, you don ' t allow I'd let you go off there like that without sticking by you? But what if you find out that Frank is truly dead ?'' Dick stood up. His face was pale, but in his dark eyes blazed ' a fire. . "I shall hunt his murderers, one and all, to death!" "Which is right. But, pard, I opine that his real murderers will be the men of the Mining Trust. They put up the job. They sicked the dogs on." "Yes; and at the head of the Trust stands D. Roscoe Arlington. He has riches behind him, but he is the cause of all this trouble. He has ruined hundreds I He has caused suicides and untold misery. His great fortune is wrung from the hearts of human beings I Some day he shall know what it is to suffer. He can not always escape." "Mebbe you ' re right, pard; but it does seem that some of those rich sinners who squeeze fortunes out of the . weak live all their lives in luxury and die com fortably in bed. I don't quite understand it, but it 'pears to me that iustice mis ses fire sometimes." "Who knows," said Dick . "Possibly they are made to suffer as they deserve. I believe it must be so. J'he Trust claims the mines which belong to Frank and myself, but they can never wring those mines from us until they have secured these papers here in my hand." "And they'll never get them!" "No. Their last attempt was a failure . If Frank is aead, I shalt take up the fight. On Monday I shall place these papers in the bank, where they will be safe. H Neither boy realized that the door had been left slightly ajar and that outside a passing lad had pat1sed and listened to the greater part of their conversation. But now the door was flung open, and into the room strode Chester Arlington, who pointed a finger straight at D ick. • "Give me those papers!" he cried. " They right fully cel ong to m y father! Giv e them up, or I'll shoot you where you sit!" / \ V ith his other hand he whipped out a revolver, which he pointed straight at Dick ' s head. CHAPTER XII. ANOTHER. LETTER. Ne v er in all his Ii f e had Chester been in more de a dly earnest. The leveled weapon did not quiver. Dick looked straight into the muzzle. "Go away , Arlington I " _ he said. "You' re making a fool of yourself I Don ' t try to frighten P'le with a trick like this . You couldn ' t get the papers if you came here armed with a bomb . " "I'll take them , or I'll scatter your brains ovet the ! " palpitated Chester, his face flushed and his eyes bloodshotten . "He' s been drinking!" muttered Buckhart. Of late Arlington had fallen into bad ways , and, despite his age, it was said that he had to drink . That he was reckless and desperate to an amazing de g ree all understood who knew him well. And now , having visited a saloon in town that afternoon, Ches ter had retun:ied to the academy inflamed by drink. He had brooded over fancied wrongs received from the hands of Dick Merriwell, and in his heart he had meditated on revenge. "Qive . me those papers, Merriwell !" he said, in a fearful tone, "or I'll shoot you thr9 ugh the head!" Whizz !-something flew through the air. It was a book, hurled by the hand of Buckhart, and it struck the hand that held the revolver, which was knocked clattering to the floor. With a Gry like that of a wild animal, Chester flung


I TIP TOP W E EK LY. himself forward at Merriwell, who was beyond the table . on which sat the lighted lan1p. He made a ch.1tc4 at the package . The table was knocked over, the lamp toppling back ward toward Arlington. There was a crash and ' a sudden . flare of flame; The lamp had been smashed on the floor, and the burning o_il had spattered over Chester, whose ' cloth ing seemed to leap into flame. "Great horn spoon!" burst from Buckhart. "Here is doings for sure!" Arlington realized his peril. He saw his clothes flaming and tried to heat out the fire with his hands. Dick Merriwell made a great spring toward the al cove bedroom, tearing a blanket from the bed. • In a twinkling he was back. The burning oil :was run-• ning over the floor. threatening the complete destruction of everything in the room, but Dick paid no heed to that. Seizing Arlington, he wrapped the blanket about him and deftly tripped him up beyond the line of the fire. Buckhart w a s shouting an alarm at the door. \?ilithout realizing that Dick was trying to save his life, Arlington s ought to fight him . In that moment the strength of young Merr iwell was niost amazing. He was working for the life of a fellow being, and he seemed a perfect Hercules . The blanket had been about Chester with a deftness that was astounding, and Dick rolled the fel low over and over, pushing him away from the fire. There were shouts in tlie corridors, the banging of doors, the sound of running feet . Cadets saw the red glare of the fire shining from Me r riwell's open door. They came there and looked in, gasping with amazement as they beheld Dick rolling over and o v er a smoking human figure that was wrapped in a blanket. Clang! clang! clang !-sounded the fire bell. All the academy was alarmed. "Fire in barracks!" wa s the thrilling cry. The school had a well-drilled fire company, which turned out in perfect order , for all o f considerable general confusion. In the corridors were hand grenades to be us ed in the of such an emergency. As the first of the fire men came hurrying to the of the conflagration, ready with the fire grenades, Dick Merriwell staggered from his room, car r ying in his arms a figure h:n.lffied in a blanket. A burst of srnoke rolled o u t behind him. Arlington seemed limp as a rag. "Well, you're the limit, partner!" exclaimed Buckhart, in the deepest disgust; as h e met D ick side the door. "Sa\ti?g that onery gal oo t ! W h y didn't you let him burn? Look what he's done! O ur:'. room is ruined. Perhaps the building will bu rn}' Then they were pu!!J1ed away by th e fir emen wh o were at work. A line of hos e was q u ick l y run a l o n g the corridor . The grenades had been exploded in the room. The fire fighters were hard at work. "Put me down, Merriwell," said a smo t hered vo ice. "Put me down, I say!" Arlington was re l eased . His hands had be en bad l y burned, b u t that :was the only in jury h e s u st ain e d , sa v e to his clothing. Again Dick Merriwell, whom he hated with all the intensity of his proud and selfish nature, had rescued him from fearful injury, possib l y . from ' death. And' this had been done regardless 0 the fact that h e was the cause of the fire that \vas destroying th e furni t u re and other things in Dick's room. Dick h a d m ad e no move to save anything in that room, b u t he h a d worked hard to save his enemy's life. Of late q1ester Arlington had seen his in fluenc e / waning with his own class, while Dave F l int , whom he despised, was each day growing mo re and mor e popular. B _ ehind this he recognized the influenc e o f Dick Merriwell. Be knew Dick's power was c a r ryf n&r Flint steadily and surely forward and upward. To be sure there were numerous qua l ities abou't Flint to command the admira . tion of those who to recognize his worth, but he . had seemed u tterly lack--. ing in magnetism and the genial goodfellowship r e garded as essential in a boy leader. He wa s poo r and


24 . TIP TOP WEEKLY. lowly, and not at all inclined to push himself forward. In fact, he was such a fellow as regarded as the very dirt beneath his feet. I . This rise of Flint, drawn upward by Merriwell's power, infuriated Chester. He lost control of him self. Already he had fallen to smoking cigarettes , wliich are surely weakening to any boy who pursues them assiduously , but now he took another downward step and began drinking. When he paused to pla:x tpe eavesdropper at Dick's door he was in a pitiful condition from drink, although he had managed to brace up and get into the building without attracting much attention. What Chester heard turned him into a crazy fellow. For some days he had been ca.rrying a revolver, and straightway he .sprang into Dick's room , demanded the papers, and threatened Merriwell with the loaded weapon. -But it took more than a revolver in the hand of Arlington to frighten Dick into giving up those papers. After the upsetting of the lamp Dick thrust the precious package into an inner pocket and then turned his attention to Chester. So the papers were safe when Merriwell bore his enemy from the burning room, after beating out the flames. . r Arlirlgton received the attention of the doct o r soon after, Dick returned w j th the forlorn hope that something might be saved from the fire. The young firemen . worked like heroes, succeeding in confining the flames to the room where they started , but Dick and Brad lost almost everything. When the fire was out and they again stood intheir blackened room Buckhart expressed his . feelings in his own choice manner. He made several observations about. Arlington J hat "'.ere of variety. . "I!e was pretty well s o bered up w hen it w as all over,'! said . Dick. "Brad, i t's a shame about that .el-, .! • . low I" ' "That's right!" agreed the Tex an. "It's a howlii1g shame such a measl y Piute is permitted to camp here among decent chaps. You hear me peep!" "It's a shame he's going the way he is," said Dick. "He was not like that when he came here. To tell the truth, I really thought there was something in the fellow, if he could be taught a few lessons . But he refuses to be taught. He was a clean-looking chap, and now he ' s getting careless. He might have made the football team i he had tried for it, like any f_e!low; and they say he can do great work in the p i tcher ' s box." '_'Hold on, pard !" exclaimed Brad. "You did e...:ery thing mortai man could do for him. You overlooked dirty tricks and plots. You refused to push him to wall when you might have forced him out of Fardale in disgra<;:e. I'v e never raised no big kick, for I opined I knew your reasons. I've seen a certain locket . But there ' s nothing but rottenne ss in the varmint, and that I kno I If he had one decent streak, by this time he would be playing humble to you and feeling mighty meek and lowly. Instead, he hates you worse than pois on, and he loses no opportunity to try to get at you. Now , don ' t ever hint that there can be one grain of a man left in such a cheap whelp!" Dick smiled, but there was something of sadness in that smile. It was true that his promise to June Ar lington had kept him from retaliating on Arlington when that fellow had been concerned in many low plots to do him . harm. And he was not sorry . He rememhow June had proved her true nobility. When the precious papers, now resting in his pocket , had fa ilen into the hands of Mrs . Arlington, it w as June who restored them to lrank Merri well. Dick sighed , : "All r ight, , Brad," he said. ' 'Hav e to s _ uit your self. We ' ve got to fit up an o ther ro o m if I stay here, but we 'll not do that until I hear from Frank. Unless I hear from him by Wednesday qf next week I shall start . for Arizona. " . T hat night, in a strange room , Dick slept little. The precious papers were beneath his pillow , and within reach of his hand was a re volv er. All through the night he tossed and turned, tortured by thoughts of Frank.


TIP TOP WEEKLY. Sunday was a long and dreary day. In the afterDick and Brad went into the village and learned from Tom Daggett that the ruffian with one arm had somehow made good his esc!lpe. Daggett was much cut up over the matter. "I don ' t jest see how he done it," he said; "but he's gone, an' he didn't seem leave a trace. I'm sorry, boy." Dick was greatly disappointed, for he had hoped One-Hand Hank would be Captured. He wished to question the man closely to learn, if possible; more about Frank and his fate. Returning to the academy, Dick tried to content himself in writing a: long letter to Frank, in which he poured out his heart. He not know if if would reach Merry, but he took a chance and addressed it to Snowflake, Arizona. Another night passed, and Monday morning dawned bright and smiling. The sun was bright in the sky, and the melting sriow told that winter was on the wane. Spring was in the air, and the cadets were filled with the gingery feeling that comes to all youth in the _ springtime. Dick was given permit to go into town to deposit the papers at the bank: He marched along the road with his hands in his pockets, one of them gras?ing the butt of a revolver, ready for anything. He took care to closely scan every spot where a man might be ambushed, for he more than half to again encounter the ruffian with one arm. As he passed the Tearing it open, Dick read: "QUEEN MYSTERY MINE, "MOGOLLON Mrs., ARIZ. "DEAR DrcK: Everything is all right at this end of the line. I trust the papers have reached you safely by this time, for Old Joe, whb is with me, as s . ures me that they were duly mailed and registered. I have not time to w,rite a long letter, but will do so later, explaining in full how, through the aid .of Old Joe, I from the rl.tffie1:ns,,into _ whose hands I fell. But the fight just begun. The Mining Trust has resolved to seize this mine by 'lorce, and I learn a small army of desperadoes ' has beeri gath. ered for the purpose. I see hot times ahead. Am preparing for defense to the bitter end. Don't worry about me. I have some stanch and loyal frieqds, the least of whom is not Joe Crowfoot. Will try to write again to-morrow. "Your affectionate brother, "FRANK/# THE END. The Next Number (361) Wiii Contain Dick Merriwell's Power: OR, SETTLINfi THE SCORE WITH EATON. shed wliere tha! frightful struggle for life had taken place he shuddered and drew away. TO A FINISH. When the bank opened Dick presented himself and asked that the papers be pl

TIP TOP WEEKLY. NEW YORK , March 7, 1903. TBRM.t TO TIP TOP W EEKLY MAIL SU BSCRIB ERS. (POBTAGlll Fl\EE.) S ln,te Coples or Back N umbers, SC. E ac h . I months .•.• • •••••• .'. .. • 65c . I One year ................ $2.5 0 • months • .. • .. • • • • .. • • .. 85c. 2 copies one y ear .......... 4.00 I months ................ $1.2 5 1 copy two y ears.. . .. . .. .. 4.00 H o w 'l'O BEND MONEY.-By post-ayto.n , Ohio. . . • W. J. .A contestant who comes out in verse. You are . all ri ght, and •o arc . the verses. " PRIZE' LETTER NO. 82. I t is understood that Tip Top is the best known paper in United States. Why? Becau se it contains the chci<'e s t re a ding .. for young fol k s that i s printed . It is n clean, manl y . p a pe r " and pai:ents Jet their children read it in prefe rence to any Qther. Vvith its plots and characters, it creep s into the heart of rea d er, and stays there for a long time . Athlet ics is i t s p rinc11?al feature , a!1d a,n boys like to read about a good contest in this paper, which 1s almost the same as seeing the game. I think the baseball league at Maplewood, with Hammerswell as a g:ood villain, is the best of the groups D f conte sts in Tip Top. This league was one o f the most interesting stories I have read. The c)liracters of Hodge and D a rrel are fine , and the \vay Mr. Standish makes them appear to us as friends is great. But what leads is the way the characters of Elsie, Inza, Zona, and are brought out, : which , keep the reader p uzzled to guess which one of the girls is suited for Frank and Dick. But as a whole, .the Tip Top leiids jn everythi n g, athl etics, etc. The motto is, "Great True Blue. All out but you." (You is Tip Top). Yours forever, EARL PRI1'CHARD. Racine, Wis. , You are true blue. an ' d, as one of Tip Top 's wa r m friends, we are glad to see you in the letter conte st. PRIZE LEITE& NO. 83. . I am an ardent reader of the Tip Tot> Weekly, an d w i sh to enter your Prize Letter Contret. y submit this le tter to the Tip Top readers, for they are to be the judges. I am only speaking, on what I think all other le I niust say that they do not know whereof they speak. The duty of " the Tip Top i s : 1iot , as some , peopl e su ppo se, to agitate the mind of the young; it is exactly the op po s ite. In every i ss ue it te aches a new moral. If the youth will follow the example 6-f Dick or Frank M e rriwell, he cannot he l p but be up o n by every one as oi:e 'i:>f Coming .men. of this great The Tip !op tne,s, and 1 s succeedmg 111 many cases, m drivmg out the vilest -0f all h a Lits--drii1king; chewing, and smokmg. Also, it is. throngH the aid oi Prof. Fourmen, whose Physical Culture Department is trying to make every boy a strong, manly, usefol cit i zen. The greatest of all sins is .that of being weak. By fol lowing the . dit+.dions of Dick, Frank, and Prof. Founnen, there is n o need _ of bci 1ig a sickly or weak person. Boys , why no . t try 'to follow the example of two model . youths? Do n6t give up, bnt p erseyere, and in the end you shall succeed. Alwa.ys keep in . touch with the Tip Top; follow the ex:i.mples that it gives. and a111 certain .?'-?; ca n all sueceed. 't fear I have al.ready gOM b eyo nd the Imm, but before I close . I hare,nts, 6( know s of any' , t hat are QPPO&ed to . having their children read the :'fip Top . show the111 t h is letter; have th e m read it; if th e y are not then • ' satisfied thaf the Tip 1\>p i s trying to 111akc n1odel young men of us all; tet them write to me, 11nd I will answer any questions they may ask , for l feei certain that T can pro v e to any honest mindcd person that the Tip Top will do good, and not harm, to ariy youth. _"I _ also would like fo see how .other readers 'are with me, ancl would ' like to see their letters. I must close, hoping yoll all are c611vi1iced that 1 'ip Top' (the king ' of all weeklies) i s doing good in the world, and that all will . give three cheers .. for the Tip Top, Street & Smi1h, Di ck and Frank, Prof. Four m e n, and the author; 'Burt I.. Standish. From a friend 9 th e Tip Top. until the last, I am a comrade to you all, Pine I sland. Minn. EowAao. M. MARS*. You have written a whi c h pleas es t is beyond measnre . ' for in it you tell us the goo d . worI<. we a.re \,'.Onsta n tly doing, ancl what more could we ever ask? PRIZE . )'..ETTER NO . 84. It gives me the grea t est pleasur e to , be able to \nitc to the App l a use Column of the Tip Top Weekly (the kjng of them all ) . partly to pr;:iisc th e same. an d a l so to fayorably criticise the splendid work which Bmt L. Standish i1> doing for t4is publi-


TIP TOP WEEKLY • When it first came out, I scorned personal friends who read it but after about twenty-five numbers had been issued my was more forcibly drawn to the same, first by the beautiful illustrations on the front page; secondly, what yo_u would almost call the real life story of some hero and his friends; and, thirdly, the characters c;>f the principals concerned. I immediately saw to it that I received all the back and since then Friday of every week cannot come too qmck for me. To show what a generous spirit is displayed by the publis her of thi s book, one has only to look the wonderful premium5 distributed among its readers. I thmk I speak for nine-tenths of the readers of the Tip Top when I say that I know that it is read by five times as many pc;ople as any other two weeklies combined . So it can be readily seen that the pre mium s are not given out with a to . increasing the sale of the Tip Top, but as a sort of a friendly contest !lmon_g its readers. Then I know that there 1s no other author m !his country to-day that could have so cleverly changed the subject from the only Frank Merriwell to the present hero without the readers losing interest. In fact, change, I am has gained many new readers for the l 1p I am afraid I said too much . but I have had these sentiments for some time, and am glad that at last I let them Before I close, knowing that I express the feelings of practically all the readers of this popular weekly, I want to tender a vote of thanks to Mr. Burt L. Standish for th. e work he has done, and only hope that he could continue doing it for all time. yours, N. Y. City. Enw:'RD F. KEL1.v. Another good letter tQ be vo!ed on . for a prize .. How many votes will it draw, readers? It 1s left to you to decide. Not seeing any letters from this city, I thought I would write and let you know what I think of Tip Top . I think it is all right. Frank, Dick, and his friends are fine fel!ows, and I must say that Bart is all right. too. 1 readmg No. 348, and think it was fine . I am glad that Bunal got fi:ed of Fardale. Wishing success to Frank, I?tck, and a_ll his friends, also Burt L . Standish and Street & Smith, I remam. yours, Mt. Vernon, N . Y . . TRU.MPI. Glad that Tip Top is one of your pastimes. Suck to it, and you will make no mistake. 1 The Tip Top Weekly that you publish is ideal, not only for 1he American youth, but for other .s. that l\ke Americanism . . I might sar first that Burt L. Standish, tht> author, should pc placed with . the most _It the kind of plots, and right, there bemg nothmg w i ld or. fan'!-ttc:al about Its a thletics should be a delight for any fair mmd 10 re;id. trom . the highest to the lowest person in both sexes. No paper or book ner had such characters. so many and so varie_d. <;>f Frank and Dick, I am not competent to my deltght m su c h fine characters , so I shall let other writers speak ahout th e m, and will take delight in what . they JmYe. to say. Frank's friends I am not so well acquamtcd with, so I will speak about Dick's. Brad Buckhart is. I think, about as good a frllow as Dick or anvbody W'!JUld want to have. Hugh Dottglass, I think should be considered as first friend, for it he who without b e ing asked 10 be Dick's second when he had his fight with Singleton , Kel)t and on entering Fardale. He may be a farmer, but he i>s all right. I never tire of Darrel Tubbs Singlet o n, K e nt, Smart, Gardner. Bradl e y. jol liby, a;1d the 1rest of Dick's friends. Of Dick's girl frie11ds .. I like Felecia, Doris . and June alm o st as much he does . I must close, wishing Frank and Dick, Street & Sn11th, and Burt L. Standi s h best luck. PrLGR1M. Philade lphia, Pa. Your letter sho\\'s that vou are a most capable judge, and one tha t anybody would glad to han• as a for his work . You have said about Tip Top what we always hke to hear. I wis h to write and tell you how l and most every other boy in our neig-hhorh o od enjoy your Tip Tnp \V<'ekly . I ' have r<'an ev e n • number from No. 1 up to the present , and think them simply great. ' I striYe to follow Frank and Dick's tracks And throwing the double shot last summer. but I have not auccecded in throwing it. "Ve had a show called "Frank Merri-. well in College," and we made seventy-six dollars in three nights. Following is the cast: Frank Merri well ..• : ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• Dean Watkey Bart Hodge .....••••••••••••••••••••••••••.••••••••.• R . Roberts Bruce Browning .•.••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••. F. Hennesy Danny Griswold ..•••••••••.•••••••••••••••••••••.. F. Harrigan Jack Diamoncil . : ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••. Noah Colman Elsie Bellwood . ••••.••••••••••••••••••••••••••• Alice McCarthy ln7a Burrage .......•••••• , • .' •••••••••••••••••• Alice Fitzgerald Hans Dunnerwurst •••••••••••••••••••••••• '" ••••• James Woods Comic Opera : J. J . Harrigan .••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• Rubark Tenny John Legg ... •••••••••.••.•••••.•••••••••••••••• Hump Ormsbee Ed Mills ....•••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• Julia Marlowe D . Hennessy............ • ••••••••••••••••••••....• Edna May H. I. Roberts ....•.•••.•••••.•.•••.•• , •••••••.. Herr Rosenthal I must now close, and we will all unite in three cheers for the Tip Top Weekly! Yours truly, DEAN WATKEY, All of Syracuse, N. Y. ROLLAND ROBERTS. . F. HENNESY, FRANK HARRIGAN, Your play was surely a great success, and we are glad to know that there is so much talent among our young readers. Tip Top is the best name you could give your book. Frank Merriwell had his enemy-Buck Badger; Dick has his enemyChester Arlington. followed the one after another, and there is not a better book published. Hurrah for Dick and old Fardale I Yours trnly, Brooklyn, N. Y. FRANK SHEA. Hurrah for you, and all the rest of our enthusiastic readers. Not noticing any applause from this city, I will take the time to write . My opinion of the Tip Top is that it is the best weekly paper I ever read. Doris is all right, and I think she is the one for Dick, if nothing happens. If any girl that agrees with me will just drop me a note, I'll be glad to hear from her. My address is Chris. Vrang, No. IS Bay View, San Rafael, Cali fornia. Hoping to see this in the Tip Top soon, I remain, A GTRL ADMIRER. You have chosen a good way to become acquainted with the Tip Top girls, and I am sure you will hear from some of them. ,. I am an Oklahoman, and I have heard the coyotes howl for eighteen years. Brad Buckhart, in my opinion, is Dick's truest fr i end . Brad has shown himself brave and trf.te 111ore than once, and 1 hope he will get Zona Desmond, and Dick will get Doris, in prefer e nce to June Arlingtott. "You hear me whoop." Hoping to see this in print, I remain , yours truly, A CowPUNCHER. Oklahoma-. A letter right from the "wild and woolly." No wonder that Brad, our Texas friend, appeals to you. He is the right sort, and wt all love him. Not having seen many letters from Terre Haute, Ind., in the Applau.se Column of Tip Tot). T thought I wourd write -a tew lin e s in praise of Tip Top. I have read a great many Tip Top weeklies , and must say that they all are the climax of perfec tion. The only trouhle with Tip Top is that they are not issued fast enough for me, for, after reading one, I have to wait five or six d;iys for the next one. I hope Dick will fall deeper in love with June Arlington, as she is all right, and people must not judge her by her brother. She is not responsible for his wrong doings. Chester is a terror, and no mistake, but Burt L. and Dick will take care of him. Those who talk against June do not fully underst a nd her, but they will later on. I admire Buck, Darr e ll, Smart, Tubbs. and all Dick's friends . I look forward with great interest to the c0ming baseball season, when Dick will dis tinguish ' himself with his masterful playing. Hoping that I will see this in print, and that I have not annoyed you, I rem a in, always , A TIP ADMIRE!t. Terre Haute, Ind. . . . That is all right. Let Terre Haute appear in our Applause Column.and be amongthe many other cities that hold a warm place for Tip Top. We are always glad to enlarge the liaL


Basket-Ball Scor.es for the Week X Ray A. C., 3 6 ; Scrub s , 5. X Ray •A. ( mgr. ) , Maguire (capt.), Tompkins, Wright, Johnson. Scn1bs-Jones , C. Smi t h,' Olso n (capt.). D o bert s bn, F . Smi th. Umpi re-Jones . Referee-King. X Ray A. C., 21; Picked T eam , 2. X-Ray A. Cr-R e gu lar t e am . Picked Team-Gray ( capt. ) , J o hn s on , Brown , liall, J

• \ TIP TOP WEEKLY. ' Bru" pswick A. C., 10; Little River, o. Brunswick A. Little River-Kilborne, I c; McMullen, I w; Flugel, r w; Armstrong, r c; Foeller, c p; Reinhardt, p; Williams, g. Montford A. C., 44; Five Reds, o. •Montford A. C.-Regulars. ' Five Reds-Fink, r r f; Duval, c; Adams, 1 f; Brockmay, 1 g . Montford A.. C., 8; Regals, o. Montford A. C.-Regulars. r g; Desh, r ;George, c; Hill, 1 f; Whitney, I g. Trojans, 49; Blazer ( Sankville), 16. TrojansJ. / Co o ney, c; F. Schum, r f; &o Scheflgen, 1 f; B. P o sha , r g; 0 . Galles, 1 g. Bla zers-Fry, c; Kilps , r f; Barton, l f; Tilr_na, r g; Kenthing ton, 1 g. Trojans, 26; Welcomes (Uloa), 11. Trojans-Regulars. Wekomes-Hadler1 c; r f; Corstel, r f; 'Nieson, r g; Harms, I g. Ice Hocke7 Scores for the WeeK Brunswick A. C., 10; Amestown, o . Bruns wick A. C.-Kaylor, 1 c; Stee le, I w ; 1'!:amlet, r w; Grant, r c; Magnus, c p; Shoop, p; Davi s , g. I c ; Bald\}')n, I w; \oVilliams, r w; McKinnon, r c ; Sho rt, c p; I a lley, p; M a lsby, g . Brunswick A. C., 8; Bagaduce, o. Brunswick A. C.-Regulars. Bagaduce-Allen, 1 c; Mason , 1 w; Evans, r w; Stires,. r c; Sheafor, c p; Torrence, p; Brigham, g. . . Brunswick A. C., 10; North Hill, o . Brunswick A. C.-Regulars. North Hill-Chandle r, 1 c; Jordan, 1 w; K i nney, r w; Frizzell, r c; Strange , c p; Koerner, p; Stott, g. Brunswick A. C . , 6; Sandy River, o . Brunswick A. C.-Regulars . Sandy River-Burwell, I c; La Motte , I w; Bleeker, r w , ; Duval, r c ; C a in, c p; Keyes, p; Beatty , g. Brunswick A . C., ;?5; Bruns wick Stars, o. Brunswick A. C.-Regulars. Bruns wick Stars-Parker, I c; A. Main , I w; Bigham, r w; Matthews, r c; W. Main, c p; Cushing, p; Tweet, g. . Brunswick A . C., 59; Little River, o. Brunswick A. C.-R{'gt1lars . Little Ri ver-Buxton, 1 ; Griffincy , r f; Penrose, c; Wiley, I 1'; Austin, r b. Brunswick A. C., 48; North Bruns wick, o. Brunswick A. C.-Regulars. . North Brunswick-Briney, I f; Loveall, r f; Vari .i\tta, c; Trontman, 1 b; Hart, r b. ' -Brunswick A. C., 64; Webb's Pond, o. Brunswick A. C.-Regulars. W e bb's .Pond-Sweetland, I f; Bell, r f; Gill, c; Barge, I p; Brodine, r b. -Brunswick A. C., 2 lgo6, I. I;lrunswick A.-C.-Regulars. Bowdo i n l f; W epber, r f; :Sodweil, c; Heatherington, I b; McClellan, r b. Brl}m:wick A. C., 49; Golden Ridge, o . Brunswick A. C.-Regulars. Golden Ridge-Sawyer,, I f; Toncey, r f; R e ynolds, c;,-F o wle, I b; Thurlon, r b. Fenway, 2; Hyanas, o. Ff!nway-Foster (cap_t.), f; Mahoney , f; Miller, f; Nolan, c p; McDowell, g . Hyanas-Daly, f; Philips, f; Wisc, f; Allan, c p; Clnpp, ,,.. . _,.. Hillton Athletes, 15 ; Oak Vales, of Hammond; o. Hill ton Athlet\s-R. F. Hope,' f; T. H. Nesbitt, f; C. .w. Gray (capt.), f; S. M. Keane, f; R. G. Crocker, c p; J. F. Whitman, p; R. L. Shield, g. Oak Vales-Stickney, f; Pitts (capt.), f; Dentor, f; Mercer, f; Easton, c p; Tillton, p; Je,nnings,1g. Hill ton Athletes, 8; Skaytor A'. C., of Clayton, _ o. Hillton Athletes-Regulars. Skaytor A. C.-Roberts, f; Miller, f; Adams, f; Trumbull, f; Collins, c p; Grant, p; Dollar, g. Hill ton Athletes, 7; Hector Seven, of Cardinal, o. H i llton Athletes-Regulars. Hecto r Seven-Blair, f; Overfield, f; Carson, f; Hartley, f; Burke, c p; Denman, p; Ronan, g. Hill ton Athletes, 18; Gordons, of Brockville, o. Hillton Athletes-Regulars. Gordons-Burke (capt.), f; Shaver, f; Parker, f; Gordon f; Graham, c p; Whitney, p; !ripp, g. Hillton Athletes, 16; Giants, of Ogdensburg, o. Hillton Athletes-Regulai's. Giartts-Handley, f; Hall, f; Starr, f; Bonner, f; Cole, c p; Thompson, p; Smith (capt.), g. _ Hill ton Athletes, 13; Wellingtons, of Prescott, o. Hillton Athletes-Regulars. Wellington s-]. M. Mundie, f; A. MacDerment, f; Wm. W. Watt, f; D. MacPhers on, f; ]. Bond (capt.), c p; D . Mulligan, p; D. Stuart. ll". Hillton Athletes, 11; Shooters, of Lisbon, o. 'Hillton Shooters-Beach, f; McKinney (capt.), f; Sivinnerbar, f; An derson, f; Sheridan, c p; McCarter, p; Howland, .. g. Hill ton Athletes, IO; Franklin Institute, of Ogdensburg, o. Hillton Athletes-Regulars. Franklin Institute-H. Spencer, f; M . Foster, f; C. McLaren, f; S. Holmes, f; R. Tracy, c p; T. Wood, p; W. Taylor, g. Hillton Athletes, 5; M. B. College, of Ogdensburg, o. Hillton Athletes-Regulars. M . B . C o lle ge-F. H. H a milton , f; A. W. Greely , f; ]. B. Ham blen. f; R. A. Sears, f; ]. M. Keating, c p; D. A. Sargent, p; H. 1 E. Flinn, g. W i nona A. C. (Waltham), 9 ; Orient s (Ledington), 3. Winona A. C.-Miller, .f; B ea tty, f; ]. f; F. Leonard, f; Bl a k e , c p; Hughe s , p; Smith, g. _ . Orients--Ford. f; Mullen, f; Joyce, f; C o nroy, f; Ryan, c p; Flood, p; Jackson ; g. Winona (Waltham), I; Brook s ide (Needham), o. \Vinona-Regulars. Broo k s!de__:__Lake, f; Cool e y, f; Jacks on, f; Johnson, f; Silver, c p; Rogers, p; Curry, g. Paxtang, 3; High Scho o l (Harrisburg), 2 . Paxtang-Vance. f; Fackler, f; Lawson, f; Forney, f; . Troupe, p; Holmes , c p; Richards, g. High Sch ool-Ne al e , f; Hargets , f; F. Underwood, f; Douglass , f; Hyde, p; Kelker, c p; Hartman, g. J . Montford A. C., 12; Eagle A. C .. o. ' Montford A. C i-H. Hofmeister, g; Varn, p ; . Emery, I 0f; Cop per. I f; Tucker; c; Jo;ynes, r f; Deaves, Hughes, r 'f; C. Holmeister, c p. Ea gle A _ . C.-Hesse. g; Ruff. p; Holney, I f; Alexan, I f; Burnes, _c; Handen, r f; G e rmann, r f ; Pos tel, c p. Montford A . C., 4; Crimson, p. Montford A . C.--Dick Copper, f; C. Joynes, f; Joe ucker, e; H. Eme ry , f; W. Deaver, f; C. Hofmeister, c p; Harry Vain, p; H. Hofm e i s t e r, g. Crimson Bredhall,-f; Gregory, f; Cambell, c ; Johnson, f; Hilbert, f : ; Roberts, c _p; Hooper, p; Hatton, g.


• Prof. Fourmen: I am a boy who has been delighted with the 'Tip Top Weekly, and I think it is the best story paper publishe d. I take the privilege to ask yo u a few questions, hoping to see the answers in Tip Top. I am a boy fourteen years ol d, 4 feet 9}1, inches in height, and weigh 93 pounds. How are my weight and height compared to my age? 2. N eek, 12 inches; chest, 27 inches; expanded, 29y.? inches; arms, 8 inches; expanded, 9)1:! inches; wrist, S inches. Most of the time I have a headache. Would you please tell me a remedy for it? Yours respectfully, AN AMERlCAN BoY. I. You' are under size for your age. 2. If your hea d constantly troubles you, you should consult a physician at once. Prof. Founnen: I have been reading the Tip Tops for some time, and think them fine : I s end my measurements, and hope to see them in the next issue: Age, fift een ye a rs ten months; weight, l 18 pounds, stripped; chest, normal, 31 inches; chest, expanded, 34 in ches; right arm, norrpal, 9<( inches; right arm, expanded, inches; left arm, same; right calf, 13 inches; left, same; right thigh, 20 inches; l eft, same; neck, 13 inches; hei ght, S feet 4Y, inches; wrists, 6Y, inches; waist, 34 inches . Bow much shpuld I weigh? How can I increase my chest expansion? I close, with best }'l'ishes to Tip Top, Burt L., and the publishe rs. R. S. Your weight compares favorably with your other measurements. Use the chest weights and breathing exercises for chest expansion. Prof. Fourmen: Will you p l ease answer the following questions: I am seventeen years old, weigh l33Y

• TIP TOP WEEKLY . 3 1 advance, and hoping to this i n the next issue of the Tip T o p Wee kly , l r emain , yours resp e ct fu lly, C. 0. S. The pers istence o f pain in y our hand s h ows that it i s more than , a sprain or strain, and it m a y be that you haw 1 fract.-r e . 1 wou j d advis e y o u to c pnsult a physician. Prof. Fourmen: I have a few questi ons to ask you, and w h i ch , I think, you can easiiy answer . I am S feet 67,4 inc hes in hei ght, a nd fifteen years sev e n months o ld , and we ig h 1 3 5 )/, pound $ . I s t hi s " a b out the a v erage for a b o y of m y a ge? A nd, i f not , ple a s e t e ll m e what thi ngs to use to get the right proport i o n s and a ver-a g es. Truly yours , GuERDON H. MESSER . You are well proportioned for one of your age . Pro f . Fourmen: Where could • .! get points on batting and pitch ing? Wis h ing Tip Top further succ e s s , I re main, . TERRE HAUTE, IND. Read my arti cles in ' N os. 268 and 270 of T i p Top for in s truc t ion s in b atting and p itch i ng. Prof. Founne n : I wo u ld l i ke y qur opm1o n on m y m easure m ents : H e ight, 5 f eet 5Y, in ches; w e i ght, 136 p o unds; neck, 15 i nch es ; c h e st , n o rm al. 34 inche s ; c o n t racted , 30 in c hes; exp a nd e d, 37)/, inch es ; wai st , 28 inches; biceps, It Y, i nches ; for e arm, roY, inch es ; thigh, 20Y, inch es; calf, 13 inch es ; age , se v e nteen yea r s . I have e xerc i secl for a year s t ea dy . Will y o u ple a s e name my s tron g and weak points, so t hat I may correct the w eak on es? • T h anking you in ad vance, I remain, A S TEADY R EADER OF THE TIP TOP. Y o u are well proP.o rtioned , and ITIY advice i s t o ke e p up your traini ng, and y o u w ill become b!!tter ail the time. Pro f . Fourmen : I w ill b e ever so mu c h o bl i ged to you if you will a n s w e r a few qu estio ns far me: Age, sev e nteen years; hei g ht. !i feet 8 inches ; we i ght, 130 pounds. What e xerci s e is g o o d to d ev elop the musc l e s of t h e arm, al s o the l e g? 2 . Whe r e c a n I p u rchas e a punch ing bag, al s o dumbbells? 3 . Wha t w ill de v elop my chest? 4 , How is my height , also weight? H o ping t o see my answer in the n ex t issue, if it will be no trouble for y ou to answer, I remain, as eve r , A CONSTANT TIP ToP READER. J. For the arm, use the . punching bag, chest w e i g ht s , and dumbb e lls; for the l e g, r i d e a b i cycle, run , walk, and try s t a nding on the toes. 2. Send to A. G. Spalding & Bros., 132 N ass au Stree t, New York Ci t y . 3. Ch es t weights and breathing exer cise s . 4. Y our h e i ght i s g o od, but y o u are a little und e rweight. Prof. Fourmen: l thought I would like to let you know m y measur e m e nts, s o I s end them t o you. H o ping t o se e th i s in print, and see how you li\f. Hav ing seen that you were giving val u a b le a d vi c e m the f1p TopWeekly, and; as I am de s irous of l earni n g I am on the right road or not, I would be greatly obli g ed y ou wou l d d o the fa vor of an s wering the follow i n g q u es t i o ns: J. I am e ight een years o f ag e , s tand 5 feet 8 inches a n d w e i g h q7 p o un ds. Isthis too l ight? 2. When e xercising, yo u a d v ise me to u s e the dumbb e lls first, or exercise first wi t h In d i a n clubs? 3 . Will you kindly tell me how t o d eve l op t h e c hest and bro a d e n the s houlders ? 4-I rise at 7 o'clock in the m o rn ing . e x e rci se with clubs , dumbbells and punching b ag fo r a half hour, eat breakfast, and then . wa l k over the B r ooklyq Bridge to the offic e . Stop w o rk at 5 P . M., walk ho m e via Bro o klyn Bridge, and ex erci s e thirty mi n utes before g o ing to b ed. U s u ally sleep eight and a half hours. Is thi s good e xercise? Thanking you in adv a nce fo r your courtes y , I remain, yours re spec t fully , ' ARTHU R J. HEYMAN. r. Y o u could weigh more for your height, but probably a s gro w o ld e r y o u wi)I tak e on we ig ht. I 2 . I would ad v i s e th e clu bs. 3 . You a re u s m g the clubs and dumbbells , whic h a r e both g?oh e re t o find , o r , rath er, what book to find on I w o uld lik e to learn to hurdle very muc h . Yo u r fnend and c o n stant reader , BRAD. I wou ld a d vise y ou t o g o into training at any early date and if y ou follow my "Adv ice t o Young A thletes , " to be found i n Tip T o p No. 263 . . yo u w \ll g e t m a ny h i nts . In r egard to ho o k o n hu r dlin g, wnt-e-t o A. G . Sp aldmg-& B r os . for i n forma tion . T h e ir . a d d r ess_ _ t o . Street, New Yo r k C ity. OOLDE: N .HOURS Boys, have you of G o lden H o u r s ? If so, see if th e following are ,a'Moo g them: J 34, J35, J56, J66, J67, J68, J 6 9 to J92, 2 9 6 ; 389 . I will pay liberal p r ices. A d drei;s, W ILLIAMS, Bex J92, New York Oty.


-.. TIP 10P'S WINTER SPORTS CONTEST .. . BALL • ICE HOCKEY Can You Put Up a Winning Team This Year? 6ET YOUR SCORE CARDS TIP TOP will furnish all Basket Ball Teams playing In the Tournament with 10 Score Cards. These will help yo'!. keep your team's record. fill out Score Cards and send to Athletic Department, np Top Weekly. . SEND FOR THE BASKET BALL SCORE CAR.OS. i 11 ---I I ... ,.......... . -•• Iii: • • a TIP TOP MSKH BAil .. ,._ • • • • -., • • • • v a • • • -. ---TIP TOP J(f HOCKEY Charnp'ions of 1903 Champions of 1903 --I Do you see those dotted lines on the pennants? Is the name of your team to fill one of IT'S' UP TO YOU! those honored places this year? Remember our old battle cry: BREKA CO-AX, CO-AX, YALE! THAT'S THE SPIRIT THAT WINS! '" REMEMBER THAT TIP TOP AWARDS -IN ADDITION TO PENNANTS TO TO THE CHAMPIONSHIP BASKET BALL TEAM THE CHAMPIONSHIP ICE HOCKEY TEAM 1 Basket Ball 7 Pairs of Ice Hocke7 Skates 5 Pairs Running Trunks 7 Pairs of Ice Hockey Shoes 5 Pairs Running Shoes 7 Sweaters 5 Armless Jerseys 7 Ice Hockey Caps • 5 Pairs Stockings I 7 Ice Hockey Sticks I DON'T MISS A WINNINC THROW. DON'T LllLT ,THE ICE SLIP FROM UNDER YOU. HERE ARE 'rHE DIRECTIONS FOR • FIRST-C u t o u t and fill in one o f t h e following coupon s accordin g a s your team i s an fop, Hockey or H"sket Rall Team. SECOND-Write out on paper a list of the players o f your team and those of your opponent's. Write o n o n e side of pap e r only. THIRD-Pin t h e coupon to your w r itten rewrt. FOURTH-Give a c lear, concise account o the gam e, and send to STREET & S!liIT H , 2 3 8 Willia m Street, New Yor k C ity. TIP TOP WEEKLY will publish all t h e scores. Therefore keep your te am constantly before t h e a thlet i c world by sending i n I.LL YOUR SCORES • • BASKET BALL COUPON I ICE HOCKEY COUPON Name of Team .•••• , ............................. Name of Team ...•.•••.••• .....•....•.......•.... Town ........................................... Town . . ........•.............. ••................. State ..... ........................................ State . ................. , . ......................... Winner •••••.••••.•.....••• • ••......•......•..... Winner ....... ...................• . . . . . ..... '. Final Score . . ..•........ .................. . . .... . . Final Score ........................ . . .... ........ Date ............... ........... ...... . . . ...... .... D a te . . . ...................• . ....•..............•. ' . ... Manager ........... ............. .............. . . Manager . ............................... . ........ --. ".


• Tip Top Prize Gallery SECOND ANNUAL PHOTOGR.APHIC CONTEST PRIZE PHOTOGRAPH No. 35 " The R.un Before the Wind. " . PRIZE PHOTOGRAPH No. 36 " On the First Le. g " Prize P h o tograph s N os . 35 a n d 36 wer e entere d i n the Contes t by T. F. Dori s, of Bos t o n, M ass. A F ull PHOTO= fiRAPHIC OUTFIT Given as a PRIZE For the best Amateur Tip Top Photograph of any Athletic Event or Athletic Team. . .. Come on, boys! Get your cameras at work! JI you want a Fine and Complete Photographic Outfit, here is your cha nce. All you hav e to do is to get a good, clear picture of any of the following subjects : 1. A Baseball Game :z. A Ba sketball Game 3. A Hi g h Jump 4. A Hurdle Race 5 . A Pole Vault 6. A Swimming Match 7• A Shot Put 8. A Hammer Throw 9 . An Athletic Team io. An Athlete 11. A Bicycle Race 12. A Wrestling natch 13. An Ice Hockey Game 14. A Skating Match Also send a description of what the picture represents OUR ARTIST WILL ACT AS JUDGE IN THE CONTEST THE BEST PHOTOGRAPH WINS THE PRIZE


• • Come .a=Flying ! Come a=Slidiog ! Come Alongi Get your . Basketball team into Tip Top's Second Annual Basketball Contest. TO THE AMATEUR CHAMPIONSHIP BASKET BALL TEAM OF AMERICA, TIP TOP WILL AW ARD A COMPLETE . BASKETBALL OUTFIT, CONSISTING OF Jft .JI. .JI. .JI.. Jft Jft One BasketbRll. Five Pair.s of Runnin. g Trunks. Pive Pair.s of Armless Jerseys. Five Pairs of Basketball Shoes. Five Pairs of Stockings. IN ADDmON TO A TIP TOP CHAMPIONSHIP .JI. .JI. .JI. .JI. Jft Jft Jft ' Get Your Ice Hockey Team , into Tip Top's Second Annual Ice Hockey Contest TO THE AMATEUR CHAMPIONSHIP ICE HOCKEY TEAM OF TIP TOP WILL AWARD A COMPLETE OUTFIT, CONSISTING OF Seven Pairs of Ice Hockey Skate.s. ' . Seven Pair.s of Ice Hockey Shoes. Seven Sweaters. Seven Ice Hockey Caps. IN ADDITION TO A TIP TOP CHAMPIONSHIP PENN ANT .JI. .JI. .JI. .JI. .JI. .JI. .JI. . DON'T FAIL TO ENTER YOUR TEAM AND STAY TO THE FINISH


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